FOREIGN AND FAMILIAR

Foreign and familiar to you both near and far.

To my 'self' and my other, both wound and scar.

Being a bit of this and that, home is everywhere.

Being in liminal space is safe, neither here nor there.

Forever journeying, never truly allowed to arrive,

To be grounded for growth and ready to thrive

Confusion prevails,  living in this mixed skin, 

Years spent wasted, trying so hard to fit in

To dominant racist culture, now ripping at its seams- 

Illusions of a unified white story; The American dream

Deluded by clean-cut labels of black and white

Exposing myself to parts of me I've wanted to fight

always asked to choose, "Which part is most of 'You' "?

Which would mean gaslighting another part, also true..

Can I not be both /and instead of your safe either/or

Whose comfort is in question, who's this decision for?

Foreign and familiar, to you both near and far.

To my 'self' and my other, both wound and scar.