I am a child of the world,
And foreigner in every land.
My many roots are spread too far,
To alone, hold weight.
I am the world's bastard child.
I lie lost;
Somewhere between the lands,
My people travelled,
Among the oils their ships forgot,
I clutch my tattered traditions to me,Terrified of disintegrating,
Into no one. - By Olivia Fiorotto, who featured in the poetry section, for contestants aged between 16 and 19.