I do not belong
In the convents
The wheat, is on me, everywhere
And a foreign language, inside me
Fields of uncertainity on me
They feed, they grow inside me
I think I do not belong
In the convents
Where do I belong? Who am I?
Smell my armpits, that must be I
I lust on my mother's language
I lust to find acceptance of me
I do not belong
In the convents
Am I sorry for my government ?
Am I sorry for myself ?
I crave the vision of unseen fields
I argue for the unaccredited history
But I know I do not belong
In these convents
Pk
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
I do not belong
In the convents
The wheat, is on me, everywhere
And a foreign language, inside me
Fields of uncertainity on me
They feed, they grow inside me
I think I do not belong
In the convents
Where do I belong? Who am I?
Smell my armpits, that must be I
I lust on my mother's language
I lust to find acceptance of me
I do not belong
In the convents
Am I sorry for my government ?
Am I sorry for myself ?
I crave the vision of unseen fields
I argue for the unaccredited history
But I know I do not belong
In these convents
Pk
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