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I’m a stranger in this land
I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land
I’m where my neighbors think I’m sick
My relatives are distant
And we never seem to meet
No one called me Mister
I’m regarded as a tramp
They passed me daily without even a smile
I think I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land
How did I get here?
Voluntary or by will
I try to remember
But the image won’t stand still
I think I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land
My cousins are a few
Their gravestones are many
I think I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land
I walked many miles
A willing smile aboard
I want somewhere to shed
To shed this awesome load
But no one seems to care
I think I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land
I called out my very name
But no one recognized it and
That confirms that indeed I’m a stranger
A stranger in this land.
© Dennis Williams
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| Dennis Williams |
Dennis Williams is a writer and Poet from Rural St. Catherine, Jamaica. He is looking forward to a good “publish 25”. Dennis is deeply grateful to all the editors of magazines and journals who saw his work, took the time to read and appreciate it, and then included it in their prestigious publications. He would like to give a big shout-out to the editors of Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Literary Heist, Active Muse, Rundelania Magazine, and Literary Cocktail Magazine for helping him bring his dream to life.
Dennis, this is most lovely. I believe it speaks to all of us. We all travel and sometimes settle in places where we are strangers. And struggle to learn new ways. Your repeating line of stranger in these lands speaks loud. The whole world feels that way sometimes. The worse feeling though, is going back to your native land and feeling like a stranger there! Imagine. It’s so true. No one you know is around and your ways are different now, and you feel it. Thanks for writing this. I love your work. Wishing you continued success. Xo, Selma Martin
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