Between Two Worlds

Whispers of two worlds, caught in the middle

Lost in translation, trying to find my role

At home, the air is thick with palm butter, spicy breeze

Pepper soup simmering, filling every moment with ease

Koloqua melodies in my voice, my roots run deep

In my heart, a story only my ancestors keep

But outside these walls, I wear a different face

Walking corridors, searching for my place

From Liberian nights to Minnesota days

Balancing the colors, caught in a haze

Growing up, a bridge between two lives

African soul, American eyes

Trying to belong, trying to be seen

In this space where I am caught in between

In school, they see a different shade of me

Standard English vocabulary, trying to be free

Not confused, just fluent in my duality

Learning to be both, my true identity

Every step I take, I claim a piece

Of my heritage, of my peace

From the motherland to foreign streets

Living both worlds, incomplete but deep

Growing up, a bridge between two lives

African soul, American eyes

Trying to belong, trying to be seen

In this space where I am caught in between

Neither here nor there, but somewhere in between

A tapestry woven with hopes and dreams

Holding on to my culture, embracing my flow

In a world that’s asking me to choose just one, oh

So I stand tall, with pride in my heart

All my identities, a beautiful art

Home in my soul, connected and free

Living the harmony of me