where I am from
the sand turned brown when the sun cursed it again,
I am not a curse, I am not fire full of desire,
I am burning hope born on sand molded to brown soil,
I am not a victim of change, I am the creator of change the change,
I was always divided,
into lands, languages, culture, timezones, don’t get me started,
conflict is my sibling, unwilling to agree to a point,
I was brought up rocking on a cradle called diversity,
my home is not where I come from but where my mind wanders on afternoon walks, trying to run away to from it,
but I am profanity, desolated from the world, I am where I belong, I am my own home unwilling to accept myself
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