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

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