[Pardon the Interruption]…

…But I’d like to deviate from the daily Parisian round-up and share my new poem with you. Enjoy.

Birthright

Before I could even learn to appreciate you, I was desperate to shrug you off, this mantle that clung to the nuances of my dark skin like birthplaces and legacies.

You were the mirror I was ready to turn away from, the reminder that I was nothing like them; not mysterious and joyous, but something to point at and destroy.

And what of it?

Merely the source of special names and special people;

merely the home of my creators;

merely a rich, colorful center.

Before I could even learn to appreciate you, they informed me that I was simply a location hoarder, not real like them, just the holder of an address that was not worthy of me.

You were the mirror I intended to claim, the reminder that blood and culture can be whatever I want it to be; not a clingy shroud of shame, but something to be proud of and accept.

And what of it?

Merely the source of special names and special people;

merely the home of my creators;

merely a rich, colorful center.

Birth and death, accents and colors, time and memory: you are mine and mine alone.

Let them cajole and caw.

I bear it well and I bear it unaffected.

Like the solid stance of a landmass, a continent,

you and I cannot be moved.

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4 thoughts on “[Pardon the Interruption]…

  1. Some are masters to words and words are masters to some. As for you, words are your slave. I really enjoyed reading this.

    Your poem felt like a wave of wonderful emotions, I got carried along, and shook my head as intelligently as I could possibly manage, smile affixed. 🙂

    The centre of our identity is, more often than not, a Place, and whether far or near, this Place leaves an indelible mark on us.

    Elegantly written!

    1. Wow wow wow–thank you so, so much. Coming from you, I accept the compliment. 💕💕💕💕 That one came from the soul; one of the most moments when the words seem to pour out. Thank you for voicing what I was communicating: that identity is a Place and that it leaves remnants.

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