walking those streets
\nunfamiliar, yet<\/p>\n
trying to make home what does not feel like home
\nyet<\/p>\n
the only constant in life is reshaping
\nof who you are and spaces you are dwelling in
\nconstantly meeting yourself within realms
\nof the unknown<\/p>\n
i have become estranged to myself
\ntoo often, searching
\nwandering
\nhomeless
\nindeed<\/p>\n
i am still aiming to take my gound
\ncultivate my soil, establish my roots<\/p>\n
they have not been given to me
\ni’m an aerial root
\nlonging for soil<\/p>\n
like a flower that emerges from a fissure in concrete
\na flower that hooks its roots inside rocks
\ni have tried to make myself indigenous
\nto whatever surrounding
\nthere might be<\/p>\n
the stranger within me is a stranger to myself
\nadjusting, aligning, assimilating<\/p>\n
but the ME within me keeps
\nwaiting for a like-minded pack of lobas
\na family to belong to
\none day<\/p>\n
between rocks or concrete
\ncapabale of rooting
\nawaiting
\nrhizome<\/p>\n
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