differently

I have known two worlds my whole life,
and which one is my home, you may ask?
Which one do I love more,
which I do I connect myself to?
Which world is my own, which is who I am?

I have fought my whole life for a place far away,
for understanding of two faiths.
Would you think of me differently if I were Muslim,
if I prayed to Allah?
Would I be different if I wore the veil,
and would it change me or just how you all look at me?

I have lived my whole life with challenging ideas,
am I American or Saudi? Am I domestic or foreign,
Do I believe more in Islam or Catholicism? Do I have more faith
in my birth country, in a place where tradition tules all senses?
Or do I believe more in this country I call home now,
or is this just a stop on my journey back to where I began?

I have kept my faith in a feeling I miss,
in a world that I left long ago, but that defines all that I am.
Every day I swear I am Arab and American,
I am still walking along the Persian gulf and smelling that sweet breeze.
I am still that young girl, unsure of where to call home,
unsure of which parts of me are real.