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It’s an identity crisis!

The mental image of who I am

Shred into 3 slices;

First slice- American

Second slice- Mexican

Third slice- Tunisian.

It’s an identity crisis!

My brain’s resisting the downpour

of uncertainty and disconnect

but my heart’s being wrung in my hands,

gushing with the Tunimexican blood,

and left out to dry on the scorching lands

I wish I wasn’t born on.

It’s an identity crisis!

I carry the flags of 3 nations in my veins

yet only 2,

sometimes one

protrude on my face and tongue.

It’s an identity crisis!

So much pride for being from these 3 beautiful nations,

yet forlorn arises for being

so close,

so infatuated,

so familiar,

with the culture

yet so

distant,

infatuated,

and unattuned.

I get congratulated

for carrying these

3 states within me.

But I wish people would one day see

I am just as an alien in these 2 beautiful cultures

like them.

And that’s the part that

always, siempre, dimah

that makes my heart bleed out a little more,

my eyes pouring and pouring behind closed doors.