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Neighborhood Humanitarian (The Sonnet) | Himalayan Sonneteer
They ask me, why do I never run out of ideas!
It is because I never dwell in one culture.
Sometimes I’m North American, sometimes Latino,
Sometimes I’m South Indian, sometimes I am Turk.
When I run low on charge, I listen to Español,
When my sight gets foggy, I watch Cary and Jimmy.
Whenever I feel homesick, I listen to some Telugu,
Whenever my heart bleeds, I run straight to Turkey.
It is sort of a perpetual motion engine,
I empower the cultures, the cultures empower me.
If I am the world’s not-so-secret hometown human,
The world is my secret to my infinite electricity.
How, do you think, I became the neighborhood
humanitarian to every single person on earth!
It’s because I never glorified one culture over another.
It is because I never dwell in one culture.
Sometimes I’m North American, sometimes Latino,
Sometimes I’m South Indian, sometimes I am Turk.
When I run low on charge, I listen to Español,
When my sight gets foggy, I watch Cary and Jimmy.
Whenever I feel homesick, I listen to some Telugu,
Whenever my heart bleeds, I run straight to Turkey.
It is sort of a perpetual motion engine,
I empower the cultures, the cultures empower me.
If I am the world’s not-so-secret hometown human,
The world is my secret to my infinite electricity.
How, do you think, I became the neighborhood
humanitarian to every single person on earth!
It’s because I never glorified one culture over another.
