How do you know who your people are,
how can you tell them from others,
How do the exiled return to their roots
and the orphans find their mothers?
I've spent lives searching for the cure to loneliness, I've lost many years watching people watching others as they strive for this otherworldly connection that they don't even understand.
They always lean to their tribal roots,
to those who look like them,
who were made to think like them,
and I can't find one among them who is like me.
And so I ask, I have been asking,
how do you know who your people are?
Is it something known instinctively
or must it be settled into like a child settles into the body it must carry the rest of its life?
For me I have never had a people.
For thought I think and sound like one,
I look like I belong elsewhere
and there in lies my plight,
for within one body lies two tribes
and no land to call my own.
There are no tribes for hybrids.
SK
