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Childhood in the Middle East
And then a flight across the World
And then to Europe's West,
Experiences to be posessed
But Cardinal confusion
Exponentially increased.

Inhabitant of many places,
Native of none.

Unique snowflakes,
And all that Shit.
Diamonds in the rough
-Mothered by pressure-
Just Cheap carbon atoms,
Rearranged.

Travelling the World
Absorbing black soot,
It marches through my veins,
And plots its route
Osmoting, expanding,
Tainting what were
Supposedly My Roots.

The wandering thrust upon me
My parents' desire to roam
Forged my Identity
But slaughtered my notions of Home.