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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.