There are too many words for me to use
yet there aren't enough words for me to describe my feelings
I say something that doesn't sit right
I hear what I say
I am a bad translator for who I am
Somewhere between where I am from and where I am now
I left some words behind
I left part of me behind
If this is my first language, would I know what they want to hear from me?
If this is my only culture, would I blend in like spinach in a vivd green smoothie?
I want to take a nap in the place where nobody is picnicking
Eat somewhere there is no menu
Walk somewhere there is no signs to follow
Nothing really sit right with me
Not even this poem
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