Cultural Isolation (a poem)

Are we speaking

the same language?

Your words pelt my ears

and strike pain,

Anguish, your lips move

on and on in vain,

Damaged, I feel sick knowing

I'll never be the same,

as every person around there,

My clothes are ripped,

tattered, and I’m left bare,

I'm nothing but a poser,

the passers-by glare,

I don't deserve your name or

a breath of your air,

and I want to go home but

home's here.

Note from the writer: I’ve always felt purposefully pulled away from my culture, which has made it harder to communicate with family whenever I visit my hometown. This poem is supposed to be about how that feels.

Written by: Sama M.

Edited by: Marina Khalil