Identity

I was born in a land that shaped me,

but did not claim me.

And I hold the passport of a place I’ve never called home.

I exist in the quiet spaces between flags and forms,

where belonging is not given,

but slowly, fiercely created.

I am not lost.

I am layered.

I speak in blended tongues.

I think in echoes of multiple homes.

I walk with memories and dreams that belong to more than one place,

and none at all.

I am a child of in-betweenness …

not lesser for my complexity,

but stronger because of it.

No border defines my worth.

No system defines my soul.

Wherever I stand, I bring the fullness of me:

my voice,

my scars,

my grace,

my roots.. however tangled.

I do not need a stamp to say I belong.

I declare it myself:

I belong to the earth, to those who see me,

to the stories I carry,

and to the self I am still becoming.

I belong to earth.

I am “home” for those who want love.

Blessed by God and blessing everything I touch.