Arts & Culture Poetry

Home

In a land my parents once called home,

Heavenly aromas of street food waft through the air,

Children chase each other and weave between parents,

Who intermingle and barter at the marketplaces,

Under the roof of a picturesque blue sky;

This is where I came from — where I belong.

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In a land my parents once called home,

A land of exotic palm trees and colorful fruits, 

Where roosters crow at the crack of dawn,

Stray dogs and cats wander around freely,

And the ocean beckons on the breeze;

This is where I came from — where I belong.

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In a land my parents once called home, 

Staying in a house built by my grandparents’ grit,

Next to a field of rice where farmers toil,

A calming orchestra of crickets chirp late at night, 

Discovering darkness anew in the absence of streetlights,

This is where I came from — where I belong. 

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In a land my parents once called home, 

For the first time, there are people like me everywhere,

Yet they speak a language I barely understand, 

Move to the rhythms of an unfamiliar culture,

Surface similarities masking minds of different molds; 

This is where I came from, but do I really belong? 

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In a land my parents once called home, 

While I am surrounded by the loving faces of relatives, 

They are not as familiar as the faces I grew up around. 

I am a child of a different era, a different land, 

And while there will always be things I cherish here, 

This is where I came from — but it is not my home.

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