AcceptanceI did not come here by choice,
but out of sheer necessity.
You did not invite me,
and I am not related to anyone you know.
I was never gifted with the art of fitting in
and you were never partial to strangers.
Well, let's just say there was
some mutual suspicion and leave it at that.
I always wanted to leave, but
responsibilities and duties kept me here;
leaving would be worse than staying,
'cause that's just how I was raised.
The constant struggle took its toll,
I will not lie about that.
I could never live here,
but could not live with myself if I left.
Still, thirteen years crept up on me
and before I knew what happened
faces places became familiar
and now I know each and every path.
You will even greet me
when we meet by chance out in the street.
Resistance is futile:
Assimilation has begun.
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2013-12-25 at 16:23
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