we're all on the same blue spot

I was born North

in any country North

193 when I feel acknowledged

196 when I think I am important.

But in truth we are 200 and more 

strong, and fierce, and fighting for that seat in New York. 

My skin has grown pale - the sun has put on her shy dress

In the heat of Mexico's desert just minutes from the border

eternal freedom - super size Coca Cola - I am North

I have lived you many times, in many places, it's North that's home to me. 

The taste of sweeter sounds so different from the south

the needle draws and shows we're North

almost centered - but no cigars.

Exclaiming clarity - we're here! They're there - and there is Mars

in repetition of numbers, meridians, latitudes - check my coordinates

drawn on my heart, beneath the chest

53.4667°North, 2.2333° West

you see, they say that North it is where I roam

but in truth I am just simply home.