Tuesday, 3 May 2016

National Identity

They break me into pieces
Small pieces
Smaller enough for them to swallow

They break me into small sensational breaking news
Into gut-wrenching ten seconds sound bites
Into boldly printed fat headlines
Into an object of perverse fascination
Suitable for emphatic analysis
Perfect for scathing debates

They break me
Because they can’t take me whole

My imperfect completeness petrifies them
It scares them out of their wits
Terrifies them to their spine

And when one is scared
I understand
One shouts for one's mother only

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