Home

They say, I ought not be involved, With the people here, The culture of my peers. Their ways are defiled, By their own makings, But you come from better stock, So you must not, Dishonor your familial flock. They reminisce, About home, And how things are so much better-- There, I renewed my passport, So we can go, A fifteen-hour plane ride. To somewhere I do not know— Home. I stand out back home as being other, A patron, Not a human. And when I go back to the place I call my home, I find that I am alone, Since no one understands me, Because reality is on MTV and anything, Different, Is just stared at, Like what is that? What is this person who is foreign? But I lived here my whole life. I’m home, But home is no home, To me.