If Born from This Soil

This world is a burden

And it disgusts me.

I want to deny it,

Its inhabitants and their possessions.

I'm embarrassed to know

This soil produced me.

I'm dying to be elsewhere,

Trying not to belong in a nature

Of impulse and self indulgence.

A brother to none,my kinship lies elsewhere.

I am separate and loyal to no one,

If born from this soil.

I'm embarrassed to know you;you do not represent me.a likeness only in structure,

Not in mind.

I vow to never belong to anyone

Born from this soil

A people that follows blindly

Will not reprimand me.