In this place
When people look at you
They do not see you
They look past you
They look at your skin for patches of your origin
They dissect every word that falls from your mouth
For clues to place your accent
They overlook your smiles
And the warmth of your heart
They look at your eyes, and the shape of your nose
For the road that leads to where you came from
For behaviors that match the stereotypes
Stacked in their archives
In this place
You are not a human
Or a brother
Or a sister
You are not a fellow citizen
You are the tribal marks inscribed on your face
You are the straightness or crookedness of your nose
You are the amount of melanin lining your skin
You are a caricature of stereotypes passed on from generations long forgotten
You are your ps and your fs, your h and your os
You are your ls and your rs
You are a geography
A measure of how much rain falls on your head
How far the desert stretches on your land
You are the thickness of the trees in your backyard
You are baobab, or cocoa or kola
You are not human
You are a place
A tribe
An ethnicity
You are not your thoughts or your mind or your heart
In this place
You are not you
You are a reflection of what you are made to be.
Naseeba
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About the Creator
Asim
I'm writer, poet and blogger with many experiences and accolades.I started a career on vocal, i'm passionate to write poetry on vocal media.I'm committed to my work and believed in continuous struggle.
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