Identity

Torn between Identities,

I seek refuge in fantasies,

Fantasies that may never come true.

A part of me you'll refuse to believe is true,

I have never uttered this to a single soul,

A secret I kept buried inside me for so long,

Long enough for me to start believing my own lies,

I'm not like you, so perfectly simple and whole,

I'm torn between nations, lands and soil,

I may be conversant with your ways of life,

But I've always remained reticent since I had much to hide,

I'm being truthful today to make you understand,

It is not the soil which we are placed on that defines us,

It is what we do on that soil that sculpts our identity.