A poem.
Creative Voices
By Janane Hassaan / Contributor
“E7na 3arab”
No no
E7na msh 3arab ya sidi
You’ve got that all twisted
We are 3arab…
Colonized
We are French…
Colonized
We are British…
Colonized
Our history…
Completely and utterly
Colonized
Identity
What a messed concept
For us.
From about 6 to 12
J’étais Française
Bon
J’aurais aimais être
From 12 to 15
I was American?
Well
I wished I was
W ba3den from fifteen until maintenant
Finally awake.
Confusing, right?
Three languages fluently spoken
Three cultures fluently understood
Not one, truly my own.
Our language — erased
Our melanin — diluted
Our history — bombarded
I know not who I am,
Ya3ni kinda sorta,
Mais msh awi,
how I came to be.
Because of your greed,
Sultan – enter Ottoman asswipe name –
And
Commander – enter British snobby name –
And
Napoleon Bona – salopard –
I spent most of my days
In a daze.