It's like,
I have been pulled and prodded in different directions.
It's like various parts of me will always be in different locations,
With no one true home.
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Migrant
PoetryA collection of poems about the struggles and thoughts of an immigrant. Original creation © 2019 by Ermina
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It's like,
I have been pulled and prodded in different directions.
It's like various parts of me will always be in different locations,
With no one true home.
