Dual nationality

I haven't written in a long time,
atleast not like this, I dip in the poems-
head first, heart later. always practical,
I don't want to use words that are unnecessary.
My co-worker told me once, that i had the best
of both cultures. That I must never forget that,
I have the best. Not the worse.
I didn't know that when I paid two thousand florins
for a firm. Nor did I know that when I paid eighteen
hundred for a passport, for a nationality
that in no way has a link with mine. I have
dual nationality the same way. I have dual personality.
With who I want, I am an open book. A soul full of songs,
for who I don't, I am an artist back to the public. A cold shoulder, a heartless woman. Today I am empty and honest. I want to go home, but Santo Domingo is someone I do not know. And Aruba, Aruba is something
I tried to understand and I failed. I want to go home,
but I don't know where it is. I have dual nationality
and that left me with no identity.