My Island is my Everything

fitting in
is but a dream
life of a migrant
more pain than we speak

i hurt everyday
pain, ache, and longing
nobody can replace
the island that lives in my brain

you are everything
my life, my heart, my soul
i come from you, and learned to grow
as my island said, reap what you sow

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