A title that sticks pleasantly to the heart, yet burns and stings on the rib
A chance many would want… until it is a label one cannot get rid
Never free from the emotion of unresolved grief and explosive emptiness:
land, depart, land, depart
Leaving everywhere we go, a piece of our heart
A stranger, an invader, a loser
To all those who are constant and loyal to a seat
Confusion of values, belonging, and performance
You would understand if you’re not used to relying on remembrance, instead of the sweet feeling of Presence.
Cursed, yet blessed
Blessed that we never felt like we had less
All the variations of shapes, colors, and life
Never cease to bore our eyes
Our hearts filled with words that one may not understand
Experiencing love in such a different way
The sheer number of grains of sand cannot compare
Maybe after all, it’s okay to be a TCK
Guest Writer
Elisabeth Andrade
considers herself as a child of God and believes God has great plans for her. She’s from Brazil but is in love with a west African country called Senegal, where she grew up. The language, the food, and the experiences there are incomparable. She speaks four languages fluently, is 17 years old, and she loves arts, being part of the worship team, and socialising.
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