Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
Where is my home?
I am not like the people of my parents country
And I am not like the people of the country I was born
I do not share their ideals
I do not share their skin
I have a faith.
Which only complicates me
Pulling me in all different directions
Tugging at my sanity
Neither get along
So where do I belong?
Now I know
My answer is not here because my question is wrong
My faith and countries are a part of me
I do not belong in one category,
So do not stereotype me
Because I am kalediscope
You can't see just one way
But you have to see me through the whole way
I belong here
I am not missing a home,
but people are pushing me out of my home
People are confused by my kalediscope
They want to conform me
But I am unconformable
My home doesn't to change
Where I belong, does not need to be answered
People need to accept me, respect me
That is where I belong