Assimilation
Updated: Feb 19
I carry a veil with me wherever I go,
To protect me from the other,
The otherness, whom I fear and want at the same time, A forbidden fruit I wanted to devour but now I know its ways.
To procure a gem hidden in the deep darkening moor, It seemed like I was gaining something in the process over the years, Steering into the glory of assimilating into other,
Becoming other was a goal,
I spoke, I read and I communicated with the gifts from other, It made me believe without those gifts I was nobody, The element I was uneasy about,
Being A misfit, savage, and an alien,
I consumed without a qualm or query,
I was taught the virtue of others as an infant,
I didn’t see the sins and saw only the privilege,
I didn't possess or was versed to be critical or analytical,
I was taught the contrary, I was taught to be regaled with other, Or gratify the otherness, inturn I will be rewarded,
Reward meant many things a prestigious throne,
A place offered among the ones to be reckoned blessed,
But in return inquired for a greater stature,
The very essence of my soul,
Rust that floods throughout,
Rust leaving a man immobile,
I am gradually stirring from comfort,
Striving to annul what has been commended,
To cease the cycle of assimilation,
To return to the core of my being.
I belong in nature among the birds, sky, and the river, Surrounded by highlands and my kins,
I presently depart hind to the locale I have always belonged, To liberate from the shackles of the other.
This poem is personal to me.