they are vehicle paths
your people are not people
they are vehicle drivers
i hear the boom boom of my neighbor
and my skin itches
i hear the hoarse unmelodic noises of my neighbor's dog
and my skin itches
my skin itches
i was born in this country
this country is not my home
my parents live in this city
this city is not my home
my skin itches
i speak the language
but I am not at home
my skin itches
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