I pen these words To upend the scourge of humanity In me For I have been human Longer than I think I should've. To be honest, my poetry isn't in the words you read, but in my mere existence. I am celestial, eternal. I know this life is death- Still I take my breaths Because mortality is a once in a lifetime experience. I pen these words to chronicle the journey, Nothing more. I do not belong, But here I am; What keeps me going Is that one day, I shall return to the motherland And this life will be a fleeting memory. A moment to be remembered Then forgotten like it's supposed to be.