By | 1 October 2020

this flag is a gun that spits out soldiers
instead of bullets
and I don’t know how to make peace
with my weaponised mind
or these feet that fear the dirt
or this tongue that won’t trust river water

I confuse liberation with loneliness
and my nation with a strangled kite
trying to break its chain

this body is a landmine
buried in stolen soil

this body is a thread
strung between two continents,
untold wars and forced evictions

raised for a world that never existed
in a country invented by brutal men.

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