I wasn’t born into a country
I wasn’t born under a flag.
The lines drawn were not of my making
I was born into a state of mind
A state of mind that unites
all of us scattered to every shore
I was born into a beautiful struggle
A struggle for a place
A struggle for identity.
A struggle to fit into a system of definitions designed
to relegate me to the status of battery
A battery for commerce
A battery for culture
A battery for pleasure
A battery that has been sucked dry.
A battery in need of charge.