Nudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea
By Steve
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What's strange is that I travel
trying to find a home,
trying to find in the restless hustle
of the streets
a place where I belong, where
I can plant my being and expect someone natural
to grow.
You're cut down before you know it:
a rude remark, a honk of the car, an overwhelming
courteousness
that convinces you that you are from somewhere else.
If you blend in too well, they think you are a parody
an unwelcome mirror or even a malignant satire
that may eat away at their bones.
You grow so tired
trying to fit in somewhere
even in a rat's hole
in a nice condo,
you're trying so hard but you're just not good enough,
never ever so,
even they're not good enough
and it makes you wonder
who the judges are: are they
the ancestors
or those at the top who possess the power and the elegance to make
them so tired
striving for recognition?
When you do fit in, you feel
such furious sorrow and you drink it
til it sleeps.
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Who are 'they' anyway? This
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