by Lucinda Davidovna

Created on: January 21, 2009

From all the things that I am near to

I feel that I'm being drawn

Far apart, made to adhere to

Something lost, already torn.

I don't want my life to crumble,

So I need to carry on

Ignoring the treacherous rumble

Of my tradition's old song.

For I need to find my knowledge

Of the world without someone

Who will not even acknowledge

That my freedom has been won.

Though I'm free to understand it,

Still I don't quite comprehend

As I've travelled through the land, it's

Mademy spirit wane and bend.

Yet meanwhile I have grown stronger,

Fortified by writing, song,

Poetry; the days grow longer,

And yet still I don't belong.

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