DiasporaA Poem by galushkaDiaspora Diaspora-n. any group migration or flight from
a country or region. Part I We’ve been
spread around the globe We’re
always afraid of an angry mob. We’re
white, black, brown and gold But a
powerful alabaster man still leaves me cold.
We speak of
home, we yearn for a land, We mix it
with our blood and turn it to sea sand.
Are we one
because we are restless Or restless
because we are one?
Part II In a
culture of nomads, They speak
of our oppression But
disregard our connection To other
minorities, because of all the times we’ve been Burnt,
beaten, and banished. Ink smears fade into
whispers. So we want
to scream in one ancient tongue, In the name
of all the others, combined into one song We were
here first.
Part III There is
unity in grief In the air
we all breathe That reeks
of gunpowder and tobacco and devotion. Oh tell me,
Mother That we
belong not to a continent but to each other.
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