sometimes I feel split
like there are two of me
the one you wished I were, and maybe I wish too
the one I am, a mosaic of beliefs and words
learning to reconcile
wanting to please
never being fully me
afraid to be like you
the culture of my birth collides with the culture of now
and I cannot reason with either
balancing on a tight rope
falling every time
I fail to be me
I fail to be
I fail
I
all I am left with is “I”
and one day
that will be enough
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