Poem: American Anemoia

A poem I wrote about a controversial feeling. Some might hate me after reading this but I’m being honest.

The star spangled banner flutters in my dreams

Covertly I’m planning to leap the seven seas

Something doesn’t make me feel native here

Someone I believe is waiting for me to disappear

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I’ve been thinking about this since lord knows how long

Feeling a bit guilty and ever so slightly wrong

Why is it that I don’t feel patriotic for my land?

Why is it that I do feel like I’m from a foreign land?

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What is this feeling?

Fervid and fleeting

But never depleting

Thinking I’m a pariah

Finding my own utopia

That’s why I’m feeling this

American anemoia¹

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The American ways feel prosaic to me

Unlike the things I am forced to believe

American dreams fancy me to leave

The land which will take years to leap

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Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m at fault

Being a traitor doesn’t feel the best at all

But is it wrong to say I’m not made for this land?

Always feeling the need to go to a foreign land?

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What is this feeling?

Fervid and fleeting

But never depleting

Thinking I’m a pariah

Finding my own utopia

That’s why I’m feeling this

American anemoia

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I know one day I’ll leap the seven seas

And reach the land of American dreams

I won’t feel the same like I’m feeling today

Because I would see the real USA

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My dreams will shatter but that doesn’t matter

At least I was able to escape the chatter

About my mind and me, who never felt the need

To feel a sense of belonging for his breed

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I know this feeling

Not so fervid and fleeting

Which is slightly depleting

Thinking I was a loner

That made me find utopia

But what I found is nothing

But American anemoia

1. Anemoia:- Feeling nostalgic for a time or place that you have never experienced.