think of
how many countries
live within my country,
contradictions juxtaposed inch after inch,
how may ancestors have grumbled
and mutated their way into my blood,
that fingertip pressed into your machine
could have been a grasshopper or a sullen tree,
how many moods and how many words
make up the untruths that have unravelled
over so many lines and years,
still you ask me with a straight face,
who I am and where I am from,
I push my passport through that slot
behind which you are trapped,
and I want to tell you
I didn’t have brown skin till
I held a moon kissed hand ,
I didn’t have an identifying mole
till the night we found it in the rain,
I didn’t know my surname
till a woman with curly hair and kind eyes
taught me to talk, feeding me salted rice and curd,
I didn’t own my name
till I heard her whisper in a strange, guttural tongue,
sounds that softened her eyes, that once,
but on either side of toughened glass
keeping you in, keeping me out,
lets play our game of inanities,
why are you here, you ask,
what is the purpose of your visit,
think now, how shall I answer,
where shall I begin?
Even on the simple one-to-one check-in, I hardly know how to begin, but this poem, remembering the first instances of filling in the blanks–or blanking the full–is a beginning. Thank you for your wisdom again, always. Shared.
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Thanks Susan.
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‘how shall we answer’ – the question that hangs precariously over our heads, all the days of our life. Often, a very loaded question, that determines whether we are allowed to proceed or . . .
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If this is how an identity is established, sign me up Thotpurge. I want to paint my own identity haha 🙂
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There’s so much truth in this poem about the human spirit, ancestry, identity and even current politics. It is beautifully woven.
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Thanks Myrna.
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this was fantastic to my brain. I could feel your pride in your roots. beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Sorry for my absence (It’s a long story)
Another well crafted, well written for all readers, piece. A pleasure to now you.
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To Know you. not now you… My “K” key sticks 🙂
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Hope all is well. Thanks so much. Ditto. 🙂
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This is so poignant: “I didn’t have brown skin till
I held a moon kissed hand”—what a stunningly beautiful way to describe observational and personal truths. It resonates with me on an emotional level.
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Thank you CC.
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I really felt this poem and the “bureaucratic” questions can be applied as existential ones, as you have so wonderfully shown. The one being questioned could well ask the bureaucrat the same questions in return. So well done. One of my new favourites of yours.
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Thanks Sherry.
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This is a much needed poem in such times when bigots like Trump are trying to keep immigrants out. I love the image of the toughened glass that just boxes in nativists, keeping them confined to such a claustrophobic place.
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One has only to search one’s family tree to see the truth in these words. From many come one, the fruit of many trees. Beautifully written!
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A wonderful expression of how kind relationships can truly shape us and have a positive effect on our lives. We sometimes find our identify through belonging somewhere and making valuable connections. 🙂
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I love the clarity and intensity of thought of this speaker, the conviction that feeds his words… the reality of this entire poem.
Timely… and true.
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Thank you.
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There is definitely complexity within each of us…so much woven into us / through us.
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Yes and discrimination encourages simplistic sterotypes that only support division.
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Both topical and universal. Powerfully penned.
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Thank you.
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This is so powerful. I honestly can’t find the words…your words struck me deeply.
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Thanks so much Sherri.
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I know what it means to be human but I am appalled at the inhumanity in the world that persists for no good reason that just create barriers, divisions meant to hurt and demean. I have seen a world break down such barriers and am horrified that there are those that want to build them up again.
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Thanks Robin. I think discrimination has always been around, in varying degrees and manifesting in different ways in different places..but the preponderance of digital media makes it more visible to all which hopefully generates more voices against it.
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You really put all complexity into what it means to be a human. How can we ever give a label to ourselves.
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And yet, power flourishes on such labelling and stereotyping.
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Damn, damn, damn…you nailed it!!!
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Thank you.
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A poem of truth and beauty…really says a lot about who we all are in reality…as for the guy/gal behind the window…best smile and move on…they are not the law makers…bigger fish to fry 😉
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Thanks Paul.
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Very incisive
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Thank you.
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I can tell you put a lot of thought in this and it shows! Compassion at it’s best.
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Oh my goodness, this is just fantastic. Bravo!
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Thanks so much Marian.
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Damn. This is… I don’t have the words. I feel this. I very much feel this.
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Thank you 🙂
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If only humanity could remember that everyone is part of the whole, instead of seeking divisions. I love the way you expressed these thoughts.
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Thanks so much Kerry 🙂
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This is soo poignant… I could feel the subtle tension in your lines..
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Thanks Sanaa🙂
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a beautifully woven and vivid summation of who you are and who you are supposed to answer to – love these lines especially
“how may ancestors have grumbled
and mutated their way into my blood,”
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Thanks Laura 🙂
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This poem is not written, it is bled.
Such sincerity in verse.
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Thank you Hamish. Appreciate your comment.
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I like the glass with the writer seeing both sides. To me “Why are you here?” is the start of inanities.
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