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direction of life


I've talked to so many people
said so many words
been so many places
life brought me around the world
grew up in africa,
was called "azungu",
a white.
grew up in germany,
as the "african kid".
where do i belong?
life is a train ride,
destination unknown
it keeps on going
steady, keeping the same rhythm,
monotone sound
grinding the tracks
taking a sharp turn
-occasionally-
coming to a halt.
new people hop on
some take a seat
and stay
they are a part of me
more frequently
they leave
and stay a distant memory.
The thing is,
there is no way off this train
-except death-
you can stare out of the window
and watch
all the beautiful places, faces
...other trains...
racing by
or you can take control of the train
your train...
stop being the passenger.
you can't stop the train
but you can direct the way.






Poetry by one of many
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 12:21

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I can relate to this poem. I know the story oh so well!!! Being an American, but having an Arab American father and I livei n Saudi Arabia!!! Its hard. I loved this poem. It was well writen and I liked the way you compared life to a train ride, its very true!!!
Thanks for posting
Sally
2007-04-02


Zoya Zaidi
Beutiful poem!
I like the mataphor of the train!
Unique and well concieved1
Very clever poem dear One and only!
Welcome to the bay from my side!
Love, Zoya
2007-03-22


kaashif
love your poem , i can some how understand it , it reminds me of me , sometimes i akso feel like a outcast ,to tell you the truth most of the time.
2007-03-22