Rayhana

And if I could 

I would keep a couple of stars random 

and have you see from inside my eyes.

I would have you taste the flavor of where I am from 

and you would love it as much as I.

I’d let you know what it is like to wake up everyday with you claiming that my sun on the wrong side

with layers and layers of what you call “not mine”

for one day they tricked you into believing that it is all yours, but tell me, 

who is the master of the sun?

I only wandered too far.

I only wanted to find home.

I have got good legs to walk.

I have got good hands to work.

I know your language and I know mine,

I am tired of hearing that I don’t belong.

And how am I going to love myself 

When all those stares are telling me that my identity is wrong?