I'm told it's a place where storys are made.
I'm told it's where you have grown.
maybe it is.
I wouldn't know.
My home land doesn't exist to many.
My home land is just a smudge to most.
I was born in a hospital in this smudge.
This world is harsh to my smudge.
I was born into a broken family.
This country is being torn because of the smudge.
The the states are torn because they don't want this smudge.
I was born not in a homeland but a smudge.
I was born on stolen land, smudge land, burnt land, bloody land.
I don't have a home land i have a broken smudge land.
