Por favor,

if I ever misled you about my identity,
but trust me
when I tell you that there isn’t serenity
in using verbal alchemy

to alienate oneself from the world.

It was never really my intention,
but a few increments of poetic deception
were necessary for my dream’s protection.
understand, it was because I had no choice.

I’m becoming exhausted
of loving a country that has never loved me,
or as a matter of fact
acknowledge my existence.

And I’m becoming frustrated
of missing a country that I’ve never fully known,
or as a matter of fact
a home I’ve abandoned.