freedom
we all come from twisted roots an identity crisis? ah, that’s nothing new- bridging cultures countries continents a daily script we endlessly run through- displaced misplaced a vortex of internal insecurity coupled with mirthless monologues that attempt to define me I never connected with the soil of my father’s birth and yet here living in my mother’s country everything rejects me don’t feign you understand me don’t claim you really listen to me don’t pretend you incorporate me am I forever doomed to a hyphenated reality? how come you don’t even try to accept my version of me my being feels rejected like a donated organ in a foreign body- I am not an immigrant half of my DNA was birthed in the spirit of eternal freedom yet that freedom doesn’t extend to my religion the other half of my DNA was also birthed in a vilified spirit of freedom but that form of freedom lacks the room to grow to breathe in- I breathe in politician’s ignorant sound bites claims that my people are terroris...