To Belong. Poem by Katusiime Jeresi

Out-cast or cast out
Either step I take
Leads me to a shut door or
A door shut
With convenience and flair
Abnormality deems me
Unfit for the box.
A wanderer with no home
A shepherd with no flock
The poorest wealthiest woman
I long to belong.
Where is home I ask?
Where is home?
East or West I get blown by the wind
North or South burnt by the bold sun

I long to belong.
So my longing you fill
I long to stand
So my sinews you strengthen
I long to love
So you teach my heart overflow
To love the wandering
To embrace the foreignness
'My child', you whisper
'You will never belong
for you already belong'.