What does it matter?
I can’t see it on my skin
It is definitely not written on my head.
It may run through my veins
that i have heard people say, that we are who we are,
where we come from defines who we turn out to be
The evidence of who I am and where I
come from should it really be linked to my tribe?
But the same blood flow through their veins too
It shows how alike we are- human.
They say I don’t understand their culture
I am not part of them, so I don’t belong to
Their social group.
Hence I can’t love their son or even
Be the mother of his children.
Didn’t he see one of his own
Before he came to me for happiness and love?
Why do we make simple things
Difficult for ourselves by segregating?
Raising smoke where there is no fire.
I am torn apart because of
The door to my heart is shut forever
I will never wear this gown
Before a priest and his congregation
I will never be a wife or a mother.
One thing I have learnt, we may all
Be mortals, but we are different inside.