forty-six years
of diaspora living
and finally, i see
myself again.
forty-six years of living
and i refuse to apologize
anymore
unless i am wrong
and wrongness always
has a personal
and a political component
so goodbye, good riddance
and good luck.
i loved you once.
honestly.
as freely as i could
i loved you
and attempted to bring
the best of myself
to our relationship
but the best of me
is revolutionary
and in a non-revolutionary era
that is a form of suicide
and i refuse to commit to that.
forty-six years
of diaspora living
and finally, i see
and love myself
again.
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