I am a mix of cultures, languages and traditions,
none of them definitions.
My accent so thick,
people get sick
of listening.
My disease is picking a side
because I am not purified,
my bones and blood
dragged through the mud,
because I lack the need of submission
to one definition.
I am sick of the questions and suggestions,
the constant reassurance that I am not like you,
just here to teach you a lesson about world view,
or to fill your diversity spot,
so, you don't have to give us a second thought.
“Not from here” labelled on me,
as they asked me why I flee,
never wanting to hear
that I was born right here.
I wonder if people need to listen to me speak or if my look is enough,
to call out my bluff,
that I am hiding under a mask,
afraid you will ask.
My brain juggles three languages faster
than you can call me a disaster,
and although I am always mumbling,
fumbling,
over my own words.
I'm three-thirds,
of what you would call,
reasons to put up a wall.
Let’s unite
Stand upright,
Fight against inequality, discrimination and separation.
Lets focus on the lack of devastate that we can create with a society without any hate
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Hello! This is a very powerful poem, and I appreciate it's message.
One of the things I noticed was that the rhyme scheme wasn't consistent. It didn't bother me, but I did notice it while I was reading the poem.
The very last line didn't really fit in the poem. I would either change it so that it rhymed with the line previous, or do what @Radrook suggested and cut the poem at "wall".
My favorite part is:
"My brain juggles three languages faster
than you can call me a disaster,"
This was my favorite line. Another one that I thought was really powerful was:
"I'm three-thirds,
of what you would call,
reasons to put up a wall."
Overall, I really liked this poem. It has a good message and I could feel how passionate you are when I read it!
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This is a very beautiful poem describing a situation that is indeed very painful. Being in a country since birth and forever perceived by the majority as an unwanted foreigner. Never able to feel quite at home and always being expected to acknowledge that you really belong somewhere else and deserve to be treated as an inferior. The poem expresses the situation very well. But then it suddenly begins to preach with "Let's Unite...."
From that point onward it seems to become a politically-motivated message and not primarily a sincere expression of one person's experience .
So my suggestion is to let the poem finish at the word "wall".