Migrant Bird by Famida Y. Basheer

The globe’s my world. The cloud’s my kin

I care not where the skies begin;

I spread my wings through all the din;

Through fears and fright I fly my flight.

No walls for me, no vigil gates,

No flags, no machine guns that blast

Citizens of those border states-

Brothers of her brother’s sons.

No maps, no boundaries to block

My sojourn into unknown lands.

I spawn and splash in distant spills,

I breed my brood where’r I will.

I won’t look down. No I will not.

With speed of wings I hasten past

And close my eyes against the sun

To dream my dreams and make them last.

                     – Famida Y. Basheer

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