I see the rainbows being covered with black clouds and red rain drops.
It's somewhere I belong.
I feel the cold mashmellow wind flow through my hair and past my thin perfectly shaped body on the gumdrop hill top.
It's somewhere I belong.
I imagine a world of peace and love. Hope and Justice.
It's where I belong.
I am the dealer of bilingual relationships and for that, my own race turned it's back on me and walked towards ignorance.
It's somewhere I belong.
My writing is unique and deficult but over all..
It's somewhere I belong. |
Submission Name: Somewhere I Belong
