by S Vitrolica

Created on: July 14, 2009

This present world of mine

(once so far, foreign,

now so near, ordinary)

I had naievely hoped and dreamed,

before, when i was living in that other life that i would escape, from narrow minds and cutting words

to a country

free

from such blatant stagnation

twenty years become a bottomless ravine between then and now,

another hemisphere, another land,

only to realize that narrowness follows through every culture, once again i am an outsider.

I willl not leave

this time,

I will not flee from their words.

Yet,

how does one exile the barrenness that is inside?

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