Identity of an expat child: Manon’s poem


I’m from Belgium,
where the fresh breeze sways across the land,
where my uncle mows the green grass,
where the red  garden blooms in summer,
where the suffocating sun doesn’t always glow.

I’m from Spain,
where the blue sea hits the sand,
where the sun almost makes you blind,
where a family vacation is a pleasure,
where I like to greet everyone on the street.

I’m from Europe,
where history is rich.
From America,
where the landscape is different.
From Africa,
where the culture is extraordinary.

But I’m most of all from this world
where I can always travel,
where I can always explore,
where I’m always looking for adventure,
where I always feel at home.



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