I Am Poem
I am from lost privileges
and hard workers
the land of war
ignominy and expansion
I am from Saccharum officinarum
sweet and mouth watering
deserting mores and traditions
wandering to the abyss
I am from the terror attack
vulnerable and morose
I’m from the shreds and threads
ah the stale stench
I am from growing up as an only child
to loud fights and family bonding
from the “Do your homework!”
to the “Look after your siblings!”
I’m from feeling proud
to being vanquished
from the prevarications
to depleting confidence
I am from inspiration
and discipline
a free living soul
ready to confront provocations