I want to be in a place
where nobody else shares my passion.
And I don't have an interest
in what they aspire.
We are so different with the skin
we lay on ourselves;
with the language we nurture
to speak.
The names are historical and foreign
to one another.
The colour of eyes fascinate the other. The voice is disembodied for some.
For someone else it has died down.
I want to be in a place
where I wake up to greet
a different face.
I wish to be a stranger.
I wish to belong in a place
I want to be.
In a place where it wants me to
be.
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PoetryPOETRY. we are more astronomical than any word in the world tells us. we are mankind. cover art, AYA TAKANO © 2021, khadija faleel.
