I come from bumpy roads,
The soft melody of Korean indie music playing on repeat in the car,
Droplets of water dripping down the window matching the lazy beat of the songs
We hopelessly drove around this merry go round of a globe
My family and I moved so much to the point of me not knowing what the word "home" meant.
When people ask me where i'm from,
I hesitate and grow anxious. What if they tell me that I don't belong ? 7 years in Malaysia
And I still don't feel like i'm in the right place.
"I want to go home"
I say when i'm hanging out with my mates in school.
But truly,
I don't have a home.
I've faced a lot of racism and hate growing up. Writing Poems enables me to grow strong :) Message me if you want my instagram @ <3