where I am from

the sand turned brown when the sun cursed it again,

I am not a curse, I am not fire full of desire,

I am burning hope born on sand molded to brown soil,

I am not a victim of change, I am the creator of change the change,

I was always divided,

into lands, languages, culture, timezones, don’t get me started,

conflict is my sibling, unwilling to agree to a point,

I was brought up rocking on a cradle called diversity,

my home is not where I come from but where my mind wanders on afternoon walks, trying to run away to from it,

but I am profanity, desolated from the world, I am where I belong, I am my own home unwilling to accept myself