Third Culture Kid
I’m not Kenyan, Egyptian or Nigerian
I’m not Qatari, Emirati or German
I’m a third culture kid
An unlabelled human with no lid
I’ve grown up in all those places
Diverse cultures & diverse cases
Exposed to all sorts of races
I learned not to judge faces
In a world that does
But who am I to fuss
I went to International schools
With many fools & too many rules
I lived in hotels and villas
I hung out with saints and killas
I grew up pretty fast
Well, one must as an outcast
I’m not complaining
I just never stop changing
So I keep bouncing about
Even after moving out
Feeling lost in a world of nations
Where Croatians stick with Croatians
But I’m alright
I have no war to fight
And I know I’m not alone
Many see planet earth as our home
Maybe we all do
But patriotism blurs the view
Nobody is native
So no human should be hated
Or maybe I’m fooling myself
And I should keep my thoughts to myself
Brought up amongst contrasting cultural worlds I seek to continuously understand more about the troubling yet beuatiful existnece of human life in this bizzare and mezmerizing universe of ours. 😀
