I see possibility
The vastness of choices and options
That come with a decision
A willingness
To risk
To change
You remain glued to
Your patterns and narratives
Making my choices
That much riskier and harder
Not only between freedom and slavery
But between Life and
Family history identity community
Between belonging
As a vapid shell of who I am
And integrity
Walking through the world
With a purity
That you cannot see understand or value
Aggressively maligning me
On top of all the loss and grief
I have endured
Making everything that much more difficult
As I try to maintain
Some semblance of connection
As those around me point fingers
And cast distorted judgments
Until I recognize accept embrace
My life as a spiritual vagabond
And make peace with
Being on the outskirts
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