Where do I belong?

Where do I belong?

Where is my home?

I am not like the people of my parents country

And I am not like the people of the country I was born

I do not share their ideals

I do not share their skin 

I have a faith.

Which only complicates me

Pulling me in all different directions

Tugging at my sanity

Neither get along

So where do I belong?

Now I know 

My answer is not here because my question is wrong

My faith and countries are a part of me 

I do not belong in one category,

So do not stereotype me

Because I am kalediscope 

You can't see just one way

But you have to see me through the whole way

I belong here 

I am not missing a home, 

but people are pushing me out of my home

People are confused by my kalediscope

They want to conform me 

But I am unconformable

My home doesn't to change

Where I belong, does not need to be answered

People need to accept me, respect me

That is where I belong