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! :)
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?
