Away From Home

September 12, 2013
I was plucked from my native land
And flown away by a foreign hand
Across many seas and mountains I flew
But for what reason I never knew
I was forced to mingle with others
Different from that of my sisters and brothers
They looked different and spoke strangely
And when I voiced my words, they looked at me curiously
Not everything I saw was something new
The things that shocked me were fairly few
But many other things I turned away from
Wanting to go back from where I had come
When they pledged their allegiance to their flag, their country
My lips didn’t move and I stood rigid, silently
My hand on my heart but my mind far away
I began to wonder how long I would stay
I made many friends, that much is true
We made little groups of three and two
They made me feel precious, like a beautiful jewel
I made my mark in the generous school
They told me that they had carved out a space for me
On their crowns of friendship and kindness and dubbed me humanity’s key
But no matter how beautiful a stone I was I would never fit
Into the space they had shown me so alone I must sit
They do not understand that my silence is something I enjoy
Solitude is my hobby, my entertainment, my toy
They see the glum look upon my face and rush to my side
To them I look depressed and sore but they miss what I feel inside
When I look at them, smiling, I do not see them at all
I do not see them grinning at me, leaning against the wall
All I see are the differences between their likes and mine
When they ask if I feel anything, I say “No. I am fine.”
They smell the cuisine of my culture on my breath like whiskey
I absorb their friendly ribbings and chuckle quietly
They are all the same to me for I am not of them
I know that we are friends but still I feel like I’m condemned
I trained my tongue to carry their accent so my words don’t turn heads my way
I bite my tongue when I’m not needed and swallow more than I say
I blend in with the throngs and crowds but it’s always so obvious
People take one quick look at me and say “My, you are curious!”
One day I’ll go back to my home and I’ll feel like I belong
I’ll laugh and talk without fabrications and sing my nation’s song
But until then I’ll wait here, silent and watchful
I will always remain present and try my best to be hopeful

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Demoderby said...
Dec. 31, 2013 at 2:06 pm
It reminds me of my one friend... well before she took her own life, she moved around alot because her family was all over the world and she never felt at home, but then she moved here and we met. Her dad and her lived here for about a year and before they moved again, she took her life...
PirateCountry replied...
Dec. 31, 2013 at 7:43 pm
I'm terribly sorry. You have my sympathy. Thanks for your comment, by the way.
nelehjr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 15, 2013 at 11:06 am
Wow. Where'd you move from and to? This poem was great! I'm sorry to hear you're so homesick...
Samurai-Baggins replied...
Sept. 15, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Well, I was born in America because my parents moved here. I moved back to my home country and did my elementary school stuff there so when I came back (to America) I was kind of...shocked? Psh, I don't know. Oh, I'm from India. So I moved from India to America...and then back again...and then back again...XD I've moved all over the place. I have lost track!
nelehjr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 20, 2013 at 5:34 pm
That's cool! Haha! So you speak two laungages?
Samurai-Baggins replied...
Sept. 20, 2013 at 7:11 pm
XD yes, kind of.
nelehjr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 21, 2013 at 9:20 am
What is the other one from english I assume?
Samurai-Baggins replied...
Sept. 21, 2013 at 7:29 pm
It's called Tamil.
nelehjr This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 22, 2013 at 7:32 pm
Oh that sounds cool! I've never heard of it! ...It sounds like a mexican dish. Tamalies! :D Nom, nom! 
Samurai-Baggins replied...
Sept. 23, 2013 at 3:41 pm
XD Hilarious.
SaphiraBrightscales This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 14, 2013 at 11:26 am
Firstly: just wow. I can't completely relate to this poem though not in terms of country but in terms of not belonging in the new place with the new people. Each sentence was beautifully crafted and I felt the rhyme to be spectacularly natural. Though I must say the last two lines felt a bit off the rhythm , I dunno,, maybe it's just me but "watchful and  hopeful" just didn't work out as well as all the other rhyming words in the poem. Anyway, I loved this. Love always.
Samurai-Baggins replied...
Sept. 14, 2013 at 7:10 pm
Thank you! And, yes, I kind of messed up the last lines. I didn't know how to end it properly. It just came to a screeching halt XD whoops.
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