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A crisis looms in me

and
they ask me where I’m really from
when I tell them where I’m from

and
they ask me where home is
and why my house here isn’t home
when I tell them I’m going home

and
they ask
to which people I belong if I’m paid for

and
my own people
from time to time see me and at times don’t

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