Motherland

What is my motherland?

Is it the dust that ravages my lungs

Or the bones of my ancestors

Humming softly the old and forgotten

What is my motherland?

Is it where I was born?

A piece of land, a group of people?

Or is it the place where

Its mothers are graded

In layers

Where some wombs only give birth

To subhumans

Where some wombs are scarred

Born from the ashes of a thousand dreams burnt down

I'm a survivor

Of all, they could throw at you

Of all their insults

The predicament

My mother's womb that withstood all it could

And some more

They tell me this is my land

That it is my mother

The birth giver and sustainer of life

I spit on their faces

My motherland never was this piece of land

Or the people who **** on its soul

Every day

My people lived in a different world

On this piece of land where we were worse than animals to you

Where is my motherland?

I have none

Robbed of it since my birth

Where is my motherland?

But in the hearts of all who are like me

Set in stone

Yet defying gravity