My tattered past
Strips of it here and there
Across artificial borders
Historic notions of home
Blurred by visions of the present
And friends and family
And songs sung in different tongues
But a love song is a love song
I suppose
Fearing betrayal of both my houses
A plague has struck me
Of questions and uneasy answers
Said smiling because I love the asker
And want them to take me as their own
I am one of you
My blood is red and my soul hidden
Strange to read poems
To prose like questions
Like two different languages
So here we go again my friend
Having swam in both salt and sweet seas
I know they're both just bodies of water
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