Branches and Roots

My mother's kitchen smelled of cardamom and spice

But my school lunch was cold cuts on white

I carry two worlds packed in my chest

And I don't know which one

loves me best (ahhhh)

I am a bridge built

over the deep

Between the dreams that

they had to keep Belonging everywhere,

belonging nowhere at all Two shorelines calling,

watching me fall

I fly back east and they call me guest

I walk back west with a heavy chest

My tongue gets tangled in my native name

But here in the suburbs,

it's

just the same

Two passports in a wooden drawer

Two languages knocking at the door

Who am I if I am both?

Who am I if I am neither? (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I am a bridge built

over the deep

Between the dreams that

they had to keep Belonging everywhere,

belonging nowhere at all Two shorelines calling,

watching me fall

Everywhere and nowhere

Everywhere and nowhere

That is my home