sometimes we are caught between a rock
They tell me I don’t belong
That I’m not from the West
They tell me I don’t belong
That I’m not from the East
But I am both
I always have been
I am the old and the new
The light and the dark
I am both the mosque and the church
The bazaar and the mall
They tell me I don’t belong
They tell me I’m too modern
They tell me I’m too savage
But I am the city and the village
They tell me I don’t belong
My skin isn’t light enough for them
My skin isn’t dark enough for them
But it’s both, I am both
I am the ezan and the church bells
I am the Slav and the Caucasian
I am the mountains and the streets
But they tell me I don’t belong
I am the abaya and the jeans
The hijab and the heels
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