Be seen
How long before one becomes
part of a scene?
How long does it takes
to be of value and be seen?
How do you crack that code?
When are you not the other?
And are seen on board?
The migrant, the other
It’s bit of a bother
You try so hard
You give in so much
while seeking that place
You lose your language, culture and identity
All that is left is a bit of your dignity
Then comes the day
you want to hold onto your values
You don’t want to belong anymore
Just about then
they start to see you ashore
Now you belong
and become part of the song
It is too late
Now I know the price I paid
I wish I had known
The heavy price cuts like blade
I bleed
my culture is drained
I lay wounded
my values are strained
nobody to blame
but my own blood
running in the streets
trying to fit in
O, it hurts to see the roots cut
The wound is do deep
I may never recover
Thry lean over, they look
They can't recognise
Who am I and my blood, who?
Too much is lost
Too much is gone
It will be generations before
They recall the motherland song
The reason why
we weren’t fan of the coffee
and loved to drink chai
The simplistic life
without show off and branded hi fi
Would they ever come home
and cherish the homemade curry pie ?
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