Who am I?
I am a wandering soul
In a world full of misconceptions,
Where my religion and race
Determine what I face.
What am I?
A soul with beliefs and values
Acquired from a place I once called home.
With griefs and rues,
My identity and culture arose
Like a rose blooming in the summer where it belongs.
But my growing sense of belonging
To where I’ve never been
Wasn’t all colourful and abloom.
This is my culture, my identity.