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