Wow...My thoughts are all over the place right now...I am reminded of myself and a few friends when I see this....sometimes life gets so crazy, we forget where we came from, we forgot how we were raised, we become disappointed in society that we just accept it and start fitting in..I've been there...I have friends that fit statistics...and its kind of sad.....I miss being proud of where I came from honestly, but things are getting so bad everywhere its hard to stay proud when you disagree with so much.

I tell you what I love and what breaks my heart:

I want to think of you as home,
but as far as I know, home is somewhere
where there is no pain

^^ That hit home for me.....I know EVERYONE sees me post things on facebook and on PnQ about wanting to move South and making that happen, but this is why I want to go...Exactly why. Too much pain around here and to go and start somewhere new where there is no pain and just freedom (for myself) is what I need for a while....

always been a masochist though,
I know I'll probably stay here
even when it hurts me to the bone.

^ This is really a hard decision to make Yaki...You can still be proud of where you came from, you can change your ways and live how you were raised again, but if that place makes you incredibly unhappy, I dont think there is anything wrong with setting goals and reaching them and traveling elsewhere even if it brings you happiness for just a season....

This was a really deep and passionate write. I loved it.

I loved this so much, and felt it deep inside my heart. I feel like sometimes I've lost sight of my own culture. From the music, to the food, even the men :P. Even when my sister visits from back home, I feel we're so different. This poem hits home with me. I absolutely love it.

-Liz

I loved it, too, so very much, that I wish you know Arabic, just to see that your poetry has some of Arabian soul in there. It's EPIC. EPIC.

Write on.

-double, im sorry-