My nationality flutters outside my identity.
Clutching on
I go to work,
cook our meal and
kiss him good night.
I grab my flag and
go to sleep -
to escape this surreality.


My nationality flutters outside my identity.
Clutching on
I go to work,
cook our meal and
kiss him good night.
I grab my flag and
go to sleep -
to escape this surreality.