by Ghanaperu
About the TCK experience Music Written by TCKs
Denizen (Distance)
by Hadassah Grace
It’s time to say goodbye again
Seems like everyone leaves and nobody stays
I’m such a mess and I feel out of place
Nowhere is home and I’ll never belong
I’m just passing through, and then I’ll move onAnd I know it’s better to love and to lose and to hurt
than to keep my distanceSo take my hand, let’s run away
Tell me your story, I’ll share in your pain
Dive in the deep end, trust without fear
And we’ll make this time worth all the tears
Please don’t keep your distanceThere’s not enough time to hide who you are
So show us your bruises, your burns and your scars
And we will show you ours
We don’t keep our distanceTake my hand, let’s run away
Tell me your story, I’ll share in your pain
Dive in the deep end, trust without fear
And we’ll make this time worth all the tears
There’s no room for shallow here
Please don’t keep your distanceIt’s time to say goodbye again
I stare out the airplane window
A hundred memories come back
Tears flood my eyes and I don’t hold them back
Each moment creates more distance between us
But I’m glad I know while I was there I loved
With everything I had, I didn’t keep my distance,
Didn’t take the easy way out, I didn’t keep my distanceHello
I’m sorry
I might take things a little too fast
It’s just because I’ve learned that nothing lasts
Please don’t keep your distance
There’s not enough time
Because everything changes, everything changes
And I’m already thinking of goodbye
Soon I’ll say goodbye againAnd nowhere is home and I’ll never belong
Nowhere is home and I’ll never belong
We love and we lose
We always say goodbye
Nowhere is home, nowhere is homeTake my hand
There’s no room for shallow here
About the TCK experience Music Written by TCKs
Bittersweet – An Original Song
by Hadassah Grace
Wind in our hair, hearts in the sky
Salt on our tongues, sun in our eyes
As the ocean flies by
And we’re young and free
And our love runs deep
And our pain runs deep
‘Cause we feel everything, everythingAnd we will
Never have this moment again
We’ll never have this moment againThe sky is dark, then bursts with color
All the sparks start off another circle in time
And we look up at the lights
And we’re young and free
And our hope runs deep
And our hurt runs deep
‘Cause we feel everything, everythingAnd we will
Never have this moment again
We’ll never have this moment againA piece of paper in your hand
A piece of paper in my hand
Different paths and different plans
Can’t we just stop time
And hold on to this moment
Like we’re holding on to each other?
Let’s forget just for a second life goes on
‘Cause in this moment
We’re young and free
And the tears flow freeAnd it’s bittersweet
We feel everything
And we will
Never have this moment againSo close your eyes and take a picture with your mind
Close your eyes and take a picture with your mind
So you’ll remember what it’s like
Right now
We have everything, everything
Everything, everything
About the TCK experience Music Written by TCKs
Gone – An Original Song About Leaving For College
by Hadassah Grace
I don’t usually ever act this way
But they don’t know that
Lately I just haven’t felt the same
But they don’t know that
They say this is freedom, spread your wings
You can be whoever you want to be
When nobody knows you
Nobody knows meI’ve gotten good at starting over
But I’m tired of moving on
And counting down the days til
Everything is gonna change and
Another part of me is goneThe other night I just fell apart
And they all know that
Lately I have had a heavy heart
And they all know that
They say it gets better, give it time
But I’m running out and I feel like I
Don’t even know me
I don’t even know meI’m tired of starting over
I’m numb from moving on
Packing up my things and
seeing what the next place brings and
Another part of me is goneSoon I’ll be starting over
And letting go and moving on
So I am on my knees
Praying that before I leave
This place will feel like homeI’m packing up my things
You’ll always be a part of me
Every time I leave
I leave behind a part of me
And
Another part of me is gone
Poems Spoken Word
If I Could Change I Would – Spoken Word
by Ghanaperu
If I could change I would,
if I could take back all the pain I would
I’m tired
of being a TCK.Does that make me a traitor?
I’m tired of tracing my names
into walls to prove I was there,
tired of learning faces and names
that won’t remember me in a year, tired
of swallowing down foreign languages
and cultures and always
setting myself aside.
(Who even is
myself? )I’m tired of the goodbyes I never say,
tired of walking lost in the crowd, tired
of being noticed and being different and
sleeping in a different bed every month.
I’m tired of being the outsider and tired of
pretending I’m not.
I’m tired of watching the road splay out
behind me
and knowing it’s all that’s ahead, too.I’m tired of being a TCK and I
just wanna go home.
For a litle while?
Can I relax and breathe and be loved as
myself, be a permanent something?But the only homes I’ve ever known are
scattered across the globe,
impossible
and my identity is carved into my soul,
undeniablehome is a lie
and belonging is a lie
and everything I’ve ever dreamed
of is a lie and so I sing myself to sleep
with lies and pretend I believe them or maybe
I pretend I don’t – I can’t tell anymore and all I
know is everyone I have ever met is a liar and I’ve
been told too many lies to ever believe anything again
and – God! God, I’m tired of lying.I went to church today and sat in a
red plastic chair
while at the whiteboard in the corner
the TCKs clustered, markers bleeding onto
their hands while they all wrote their names
and I wanted to tell them
it doesn’t matter and it’s a lie you
were never hereI’m tired of being a TCK,
Tired of tracing my name into walls
to prove I existed
but mostly,
I’m tired of lying
Poems Standard
All The Light We Cannot See
It’s time again, time to
step out of one world into
another, and we are seasoned
travelers by now.
Gathering up our passports,
charging cords, exchanged currency,
luggage tags, and pens for immigration…
we know how to do this.
So I stand in yet another line,
a nylon strap tugging on my shoulder,
new sneakers rubbing on new socks,
with the echoes of “goodbye” still
ringing in my ears and my heart and
I remember that
If your same blood doesn’t run
in the arms and legs of the person you’re
next to, you can’t
trust anything.
After all, no one else
ever stays.
Here we go again…
my sister nudges me to move
forward and my brother steps
off the edge of grounded concrete
and my parents murmur about
forgotten things one last time.
We know how to do this.
Eleven hours later all the light
we cannot see rises with the sun behind us
above a country we no longer belong
to, but we link arms – united against
this brand new world to navigate.
by Ghanaperu
Poems Standard
They Say Africa
They say Africa is
A permanent thing,
That you can leave it behind but
It won’t leave
You behind
I don’t know if that’s true
They say Africa is
Always accepting,
Open-armed to welcome
Even the ones who’ve been gone
The longest
I don’t know if that’s true
They say Africa is
Undeniable in your blood,
That it cannot be forgotten,
That children of Africa
Can only grow up to be Africans
No matter how life goes
I was a child of Africa.
The language is slow on my tongue now,
And culture comes hesitantly, in bursts
Of memory that are ashamed of their weakness
In the safety of my home I am still
African but outside I have forgotten it all…
Africa, you promised to be permanent!
Africa, I promised to be always yours,
With the red dust of the village running
Through my veins until I die but
Memory is hard.
They say Africa is
Permanent, that it
Will not forget you even if
You cannot remember but
I guess skin colour was always
The dividing line.
by Ghanaperu
Poems Standard
For Africa
It is time now
To write
All the words I have been saving up
For such a time as this
I didn’t know they were there until now, but
It’s time
I would have thought that
This would be
A poem of an African,
A heart mired in the dark continent
Writing with all the pent-up longing
Of a people suppressed
But
It’s not.
There are those who write about Africa
From without,
Gathering together the images of starvation
And poverty and beauty to
Present us with a people of natural savagery
I am not like them.
There are those who write of Africa
From within, breathing
Out the dusty promise of better
Things to come for those who hold onto
Native pride
I am not like them.
I am writing of Africa
As a denizen, a foreigner who has seen.
Africa has made me who I am and when
I close my eyes I can still see Vli Falls misting on the
Mountain and Da Vise squinting up at the sky looking
For rain and Asigame in a cacophony of noise
Surrounding me.
Those things will never be lost.
But
I don’t belong there
Anymore
So I would have always thought
This poem would be
Written in the heart of an African
But I am five years away now and
I have discovered my blood runs red
Rather than Ghanaian.
I’m a citizen of the world and I can’t
Be constrained to any singular land
So
This is a poem to say
Africa, I am always yours but never
Yours alone
And I’m sorry.
Will you take my words
All the same?
I want to say
Thank you
Thank you to the bright blue sky at
Mr. Gold’s house and the grey-blue of Helekpe
Thank you to the green carpet grass of the
Coca-cola house in Ho and
Thank you to the green walls at Efo Dela’s house
Thank you to orange sunsets above a red dirt road
And pink sunrises driving through Pilo Town
Thank you to grey toll tickets and yellow
MTN buildings, to purple kente cloth and
Black mud.
Thank you to the colours of Africa that shine
Dusty and vibrant to weave a pattern through
All of childhood…though I crossed continents
The airport always had white tile floors when I
Returned and I
Counted on that
So in my dreams the line of dancers stomp
Their feet through the dust
With coloured cloths and white handkerchiefs
Swinging and I
Know all the words to the songs
Because the rhythm of the drums
Is my heartbeat
Africa, I will always be yours
I promise
by Ghanaperu