Where
I come from
There's
no group I belong to,
No
caste no sect no race.
And
one step short of losing a gender.
But
that is not possible.
I
have been carrying this bleeding burden for too long,
For
the past thirty-seven seven years or so.
I
have been doing it with such panache
the
uterus and I are synonymous now.
There's
no country I come from
No
known city or town.
I
come from within a box of baked bricks I call home.
A
box echoing the clashing pans
And
as I step out I bump into shoulders all around -
Frozen
and stiff
When
you return to the place with mauled twigs you call home,
You
know you come from a place that could be anywhere.
But
it's neither here nor there
Yet
one step short of nowhere
City of Broad Shoulders -- Ian Starnes
