I don't belong here, find me in the impressions of my fellow people:
Dress, as their eyes roll upwards to the highest strand of my hair;
Speak as they persuade my intonation.
Every thought they carry, I feel all and at the very closeness of my skin;
After all, I don't owe the world, I'm here to prove that it owes me.
To my people who will not leave my air unsanctioned;
And to the soil under my feet unswept, I don't belong here.
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Dress, as their eyes roll upwards to the highest strand of my hair;
Every thought they carry, I feel all and at the very closeness of my skin;
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