Sitting alone
Thinking again and again
The images in my conscience can’t go away
I’m reminded every giving moment when I’m alone.
You gave me away
For what?
To thrive?
I don’t fit in in this society.
I’m from my land and my sea.
Miss my own people
I miss the old me.
I’m a stranger who doesn’t fit in.
I tried, God how I tried.
There is this long forgotten song
deep in me.
I’ve cried every night since you left me here.
I’m blood of your blood
How can’t you understand me.
Or feel what I feel.
Mother don’t you miss me?


Shell ✨🐚