Where I'm From.
Based on the poem by George Ella Lyon
Full credit goes to her.
Where I'm From
I am from cities,
from airplanes and ash.
From the sacrifices,
the ones who gave their lives for me.
The ones who died for me.
That day.
I am from wars,
from arguments and oil.
From the man who nurtured and protected me.
The one I left on the battlefield,
so many years ago.
That morning.
I am from Al-Qaeda,
from corruption and politics.
From the children who lost their parents,
and governmental illusions.
I am from chaos.
That agony.
I am from rebuilding what has been lost.
from helping those recover.
The ones who lost everything,
with the swipe of a paintbrush.
I am from hope.
That helplessness.
I am from the anguish,
from the hatred and animosity.
From the malice and Mosques,
the sudden hostility for another race.
I am from racism.
That confusion.
I am from the land of the free.
But why do we still hate and suppress?
Or cover what needs to be shown?
Or kill out brothers and sisters?
I am from questions.
A/N: Interpret as you will, I'd be interested in hearing what you think in the comments.