Lucky! That’s what people say

People say I am lucky
 To have people living around me;
 I exclaim, "I am so lucky!" 
While I am far away from home,
 In a second house or home 
That I am trying to turn into my home.

I am lucky—very lucky—to have my people with no blood relation,
But relationship made on earth and by social norms, from another nation.
I am lucky to have people around me,
Talking, laughing, and trying my best to create bonds and feel free.

But deep within, I am struggling;
Deep within, I am missing my home.
Deep within, I feel so left out, and that's what is troubling;
Deep within, I am fighting my existence in the brand new home.

I am on the verge of making no mistakes or blunders,
Yet, whatever happens and whoever it is, I am the designated offender. 
I am lucky to have people around 
Who try their level best to pinpoint me. 
I am so lucky to have people around.
Useless and valueless, they want me to be.

Deep within, I struggle to fight alienation; 
Deep within, I struggle with domination. 
Elders here say I need to learn and grow, 
But the way they live and cherish, I am yet to know.

A constant thought: why always me? 
Why only me? 
Won't they take a little initiative just for me?
To know me more, to let me feel this as my home?

Yet, people still say I am so lucky 
To have people around me as a new family.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace