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I Belong Here Too
I’m realising,
A little by little everyday,
How even after being a writer,
My words don’t matter to you.
For the letters go unnoticed
The conversations go unheard,
The messages go unread,
The feelings go ignored.
Not because I’m conversing a different language,
But, maybe because I’m simply conversing,
Something I feel,
Something I want,
Something I need,
From you.
Sometimes just notice,
Sometimes just hear,
Sometimes just read,
Sometimes just know,
That I belong here too.
