I know you don't think that any tongue I speak is mine; it must be rented. I am always denial, or pretense. A child born mid-flight has no nation. I can pull on either culture, but they always melt like a dream, trickle away, water on the oiled pelt of foreign.

Jasmine Ann Cooray

Tags: politics poetry identity ignorance isolation race envy objectification mixed-race nationhood

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