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My folks are from here; I have travelled South as They once travelled North To find...something.
My ma never got used to Highland ways, Her thinly veiled scorn poured through me, Indentity becoming a giant blotch, As I dreamed of the big city In all its delirious splendour.
Now I am here I know That I am a Highlander, And I lament my earlier lack Of pride in this fact.
This city is beautiful, Its vibrancy shudders through my bones, To be in Glasgow is to feel The constant breath of life and change Laughing through your hair.
It is different. The tongue, the sights, The men, the women - These ways are not my ways.
Hollywood never gets it right. We are a tiny country, yes. But myriad cultures lie And stand and narrate Within our border. I love them all.
But home is always best loved From a distance. Glasgow was fashioned by A people full of warmth And a drive to make the most. The Highlands were fashioned By the hands of God.