¿Quién ana?
It’s an identity crisis!
The mental image of who I am
Shred into 3 slices;
First slice- American
Second slice- Mexican
Third slice- Tunisian.
It’s an identity crisis!
My brain’s resisting the downpour
of uncertainty and disconnect
but my heart’s being wrung in my hands,
gushing with the Tunimexican blood,
and left out to dry on the scorching lands
I wish I wasn’t born on.
It’s an identity crisis!
I carry the flags of 3 nations in my veins
yet only 2,
sometimes one
protrude on my face and tongue.
It’s an identity crisis!
So much pride for being from these 3 beautiful nations,
yet forlorn arises for being
so close,
so infatuated,
so familiar,
with the culture
yet so
distant,
infatuated,
and unattuned.
I get congratulated
for carrying these
3 states within me.
But I wish people would one day see
I am just as an alien in these 2 beautiful cultures
like them.
And that’s the part that
always, siempre, dimah
that makes my heart bleed out a little more,
my eyes pouring and pouring behind closed doors.