Often bewildered
A cultural disconnect
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong anywhere
A choice I made long ago
Another planet
Aliens walk among us
A sideways side-eye
Weird welcomes may be hiding
Daggers and fists held in check
Heads down and bum up
The square pegs will never fit
Scared of the unknown
A slow assimilation
Under cover of the night
Who am I to say?
I’m not one but the other
Out in the wide-open
Searching for a hole to hide
Keep quiet, wait for my moment
It’s us versus them
Until accommodated
Compelled to fit in
Or stay along the margins
Til my tribe reveals itself
Often bewildered
Aliens walk among us
Scared of the unknown
Searching for a hole to hide
Til my tribe reveals itself
A garland tanka shared with the Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Otherness

Love this because we are are unique in our own way. If we all fit into the same mold, how boring life would be. Brilliant writing, my friend.
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Thank you 🙏
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Excellent writing, Shaun!
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Thanks! 🙏
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All too often immigrants feel just like your verse.
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Such a n unique verse. Love this, Shaun..
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Thanks Indira 🙏
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My pleasure.
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