A Narrative Poem

I found this poem on my computer a couple nights ago (completely forgotten about). It was written for my Honors English class and I wanted to share it with you all since I'm unable to publish a new post today due to my busy schedule this week. I admit, it's a terrible way to start off the new month but it had to be done. I will hopefully be publishing a new post next week.
It is a bit repetitive but hey I'm the farthest thing from being a poet.
 Enjoy! :)

WHERE DO I BELONG?
I lay in bed, eyes to the ceiling

My heart is burdened, with a feeling

Remembered and thought for so long

Where do I belong?

My heart screams Africa

My surroundings say America

My mother says, “Not for long.”

Where do I belong?

I travel back to Africa

My homeland, to Ahumka

But I’ve been away for so long

Where do I belong?

I try to speak my native tongue

They stare, “Am I speaking tongues?”

They laugh, “She sounds so wrong.”

Where do I belong?

I speak in English apparently with an accent

They laugh out loud, making a racket

I stop talking, “What am I doing wrong?”

Where do I belong?

My Auntie makes jokes, “Obroni.”

My cousins just laugh, “Adɛin neɛ?”

I understand, I’ve been away for long

So now, where do I belong?

I try to believe, convince myself

I’m not affected by these jokes, False!

I realize, this year is going to be long

Where do belong?

Finally, my year is up

I think to myself, things are going to look up

I guess I forgot, I realized I was wrong

Where do I belong?

I return to America

I won’t lie, I do miss Africa

Yet I think, a year was too long

Where do I belong?

I go back to school

I’m excited, this is cool

Little did I know, it wouldn’t last for long

Where do I belong?

I open my mouth to speak

They make a face, does my mouth reek?

No it doesn’t, I just sound wrong

Where do I belong?

They say, “You have an accent.”

I say, “ I know I have an accent.”

I can’t wait till I’m gone

Where do I belong?

Now I’m here 

Now I’m near

So close to be on my own and strong

Where do I belong?

I may have an accent

But what does it matter?

It makes me unique

Wouldn’t you want an antique?

I belong in my own world

I don’t need to be anybody else

Because I now know

I’ve belonged, all along.

Ahumka: Peace

Obroni: Slang for an American or “White man”

Adɛin neɛ? : What is this?