There is always something about my culture that leaves me in doubt.
Like how we're always, happy, and why i always feel comfortable. The moment I get to Alexandria dr. It's a little taste of what I should have but I don't.
I'm not where I belong. I don't belong here
I'm constantly reminded...
But in Alexandria.
I feel the warmth, the happiness,
The culture that was stripped from me.
There is the food, the accent, the colors that belong to my people.
It's our little home.
Our safe place.
I never feel like I belong, it's only a feeling that happens in certain places.
But I'll find my way to
My colors, my accent, and my people
Everything that belongs to me.
Cause I have two cultures but I lack of one...
But soon I'll go find it
And that's where I'll stay.
