People ask me
How is it that I live in a stranger city.
That I visit far away stranger places every year.
That I laugh with stranger people.
I tell them
I have been raised by strangers
Known- unknown were but a divide of time
That I have been passed from strange hands to stranger
That every one in my life have shown
how the best of them could be
Stranger.
How is it that I live in a stranger city.
That I visit far away stranger places every year.
That I laugh with stranger people.
I tell them
I have been raised by strangers
Known- unknown were but a divide of time
That I have been passed from strange hands to stranger
That every one in my life have shown
how the best of them could be
Stranger.
Really liked the second stanza and especially the rhythm that you create. It is as if the rhythm is working in contrast to the title of the poem and gives it such a peculiar character. I liked it when you read in the reading too
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