Poetry- The Second Chapter
Loyalty
Roots, firmly planted in native soil,
a home of a long line of offspring.
Some, in search of a new life leave;
They all left.
A family of risk takers,
believers in a dream,
goals about reality.
Have I turned my back on such optimism?
Do I spit on the soil of my blood?
Have I dishonored the mother tongue?
If I had a flag representing me
and the lineage to follow,
where would I triumphantly stake it?
Do I meekly press it into the dirt?
The seeds that are placed as a trail
to lead me
are obviously in my sight.
Do I look back-but where would be North?
Within me lies a history.
Shall I knock or keep the door closed?
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