Immigrant

In veins of mine, two worlds entwine,
Heritage mixed, a tapestry divine.
One culture's rhythm, another's song,
A fusion of stories that life prolongs.

Confusion dances in kaleidoscope hues,
Languages clash, leaving me bemused.
Traditions collide, like waves on the shore,
In this blend of cultures, I explore more.

Identity's puzzle, a mosaic's art,
Piecing together every fragment, heart to heart.
I'm neither here nor solely there,
A nomad of roots, a soul laid bare.
Which god to pray,
And which to betray?

Embracing the chaos, I find my own grace,
Celebrating the blend in life's vibrant space.
Mixed heritage whispers a tale so unique,
A symphony of differences, strong and meek.