Sometimes she feel like a half
Pulled out of the oven before
alarm went off
Browned on top, gooey inside
Maybe it's conditioning of the
Half knowledge, half superficial,
lacking in depth.
Does this happen to those whose roots
lie in the soils of a different land?
Branches grow under the sun elsewhere
mixed loyalties arise,
Identity crisis creeps into the mind as to
who am I?
This dilemma exists eating their insides
all the time
Half a person, with divided loyalties cannot
be whole, nor pretend to be fine.