Who am I?
A voice is heard that isn’t familiar coming from a mouth connected, I examine skin on a body I can’t quite recognize, They tell me who I am over and over again, My identity, My family tree But I still can’t remember what any of this means. A gunshot is blasted, I feel the powder on my skin, As if it were to touch me Tears fall as the lives I saved, the lives I left my family for Spit on me, Stomp on me, Hate me. I hear a growl in my abdomen, The scraps of food my family struggles to find, My mother supporting the family that she loved so dearly Whispers in my ear that I didn’t belong The words trapped inside of me, Making me believe the worst. I had to let it out, Let it go. My heart pounds faster than an African drum. A voice is heard that isn’t familiar coming from a mouth connected, I feel the pain on my skin, as if it were to touch me. My parents supporting the family that they loved so dearly. The words trapped inside of me, I had to let it go. Through my past, her past, his past. Through my now, her now, his now. Through my future, her future, his future. That’s who I am.
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