Not from here, not from there,
non the less, from anywhere.
You belong, just in your mind,
in a gorgeous land, from which you're banned.
They want you out, you want back in,
and in the end, the idea sinks.
To be an immigrant, it hurts inside,
that painful love, just doesn't die.
But it grows stronger from that place called home,
and makes you love it, quite even more.
You learn to live each day alone
because you feel no one truly knows.
13 years ago, my life changed a lot,
I lost my faith in growing up.
I knew some troubles I couldn't solve,
and leaving everything was just the worst.
I remember saying many goodbyes,
lost and sad in that timeless land.
But someday I know, I will be back,
and I'll build a passage between each land.
By: Loipa Ramos
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