Silent Scream
I’m an MK! There, I’ve said it, it’s done!
“What does it mean?” you say, “Is there a chance I could be one?”
You don’t know what you’re asking, you don’t have a clue
Of the hardships you’ll face, the things you’ll go through!
“Tell me”, you say, “I’ll listen not talk”
I’ll reluctantly tell you, but let’s take a walk.
In the beginning ….. it’s not hard to be one
It’s exciting and new and a whole lot of fun!
You see things that most people will not ever see
You go places and do things, but listen to me ….
There are consequences to this life as an MK
And I carry the burden to this very day.
My friends and my family, they are one and the same
Are no longer around me, it causes such pain.
These brothers and sisters, there’s no relation by birth
Are scattered across the face of this earth!
My soul is ripped open, I’m broken apart
As I long for the others who make up my heart.
I long for my life as an average MK
With the jungle, the mountains, the hot rainy day!
I long for times past, when smoke filled the air
A life that was full, but empty of care.
I long for the time, when who I was made sense
Where my friends were like family instead of just friends.
These are my memories, I hold on to them tight
By sharing them with you, this long bitter fight.
I am who I am, I’ll not give up one bit
This MK within me, is just the right fit!
How do I get through it though, how can it be seen?
It is me, it’s my life I silently scream.
“I couldn’t live with that”, now is that what you say?
Then you’d better lose the desire to be an MK.
(A Tribute to all those who live under the blessing and curse of being a third culture kid)
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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