i remember when i left
the city
i thought i was free
no 1 2 tell me where to go
or what to do
just the
w i n d
behind my shoulders
i was free
from the tyranny
(so said my mother)
so i got aboard the plane
flying over
t
a
l
buildings so l
but
my home was gone.
where was i going?
to a land of hope
to a land of opportunity
(so said my mother)
where i was free to be what i wanted to be
only to find
that
the only person i could not be
was me
me who did not fit in
me who could not speak the tongue
me who was not quite the same
i let my home die
and for what?
hope?
opportunity?
i dont understand.
havana is dead to me
for i cannot return
(so said my mother)
the shackles of
my new home
bound me
my new home was not safe
my old home was dead
where could i go?
not here.
not havana.
i kill every city i reach.
i just want to feel
as if i belong somewhere
but i doubt i will.
— | Hunt20201| Aliens In America