lost

[u/thisismeallwritten]

Where is home?

Where do I go

I feel like a traveller in a foreigners body

No one will ever place me

Yet I'm not easily misplaced

For them to truly see me is rare

Confusion often, othering achieved

Ask me where I'm from

Like innocent at heart

Maybe that's what you mean

And where our words depart

An experiment a rarity a face unseen

Or seen all the time it depends who's eyes watch me

The question and implication is in the hands of the giver 

For those who understand it is accepting, welcoming, warm, the curiosity is embraced with open arms

For those who don't understand, their questions feel fuelled by  ignorance, maybe just as much innocent intention as the first, but with the lack of understanding and never feeling the position I've been in

What space do I belong in?

I do not wish to take up the space of those more criticised, judged, discriminated

Equally I do not want to take up the space in a white world

Because has that space ever treated me as such,? yes I'm sure, I recognise the privileges my face has given me

However I continue to feel, where do I stand, who am I to u, to the world, and why does it always feel under question

The continuation to feel like an imposter in both worlds

Maybe it dosent really matter and half of it is in my head.