The spicy pickles
And fragrant curries of my homeland
Feel foreign to a tongue
That has been rejected by the people
Who come from where its roots riseYet the crispy fries
And juicy burgers
Of its birthplace
Will never be flavorful enoughA contradictory existence
Brown bathed in a white landscape
But never enough
For either colour
Swirling on the canvas.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
querencia ~ poetry
Şiir"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu