My house not my home.

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Mar 24, 2011

Cornfields and sand are at opposite ends of who I am. My family beaches are far away from my family home. The cousins, uncles, grandparents far away from the mud and tracked corn husks. My home town. Nobody like me so nobody likes me but they ask lots of questions trying to be funny.  So why try and be like anybody. Grow my hair long. Wear my clothes dark. Listen proudly to the music people have never heard of. Insist their lives are meaningless to me. It is my house not my home.