nostalgic.

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The distance from home reminds me of the hole in my heart that I’ve been trying to fill almost all my adult life,

whenever I think about Jamaica a feeling of nostalgia flows over my body, and I start to pant screaming, “I can’t,”

Jamaica is my home,

My home is Jamaica.

The tropical island is apart of me,

sometimes I ask myself, “why did I leave?”

I left to experience life in a first world country that had more problems than we did,

but California is now where I live.

The countless opportunities, the education and cultures were enough to stay,

please don’t let  me forget my nationality,  I pray.

 

One response to “nostalgic.”

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    drewkiercey

    So many of want to leave home for the skyscraper life and it’s when we finally leave we realize that foreign is not apart of us, it is not locked into us, it will never be something we yearn for or need because it was never ours in the first place.

    Personally I see two things when a Jamaican leaves home and returns. If he:

    1. like me, once you touch the soil and feel the bumpy roads and see miles of nothing but bush, feel the cool fresh air n your face, hear your native tongue… something hits you and you never realized how much you needed this…you never want to not be apart of this.

    1. or if you are like my “sell out” step-father, you identify yourself as American and you see fault with the things I see beauty in. You can’t wait to go back to the perfection that has no personality because foreign rejects flaws. If you are like him, you were never Jamaican in the first place and good riddance.

    BUT I believe you my friend are number one. Don’t worry we won’t forget you, your nationality is always safe as long as you never sell out.

    — Blessings

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