BY KFLEEYESUS ABEBE
It wasn’t an issue
Not even a matter
It was easy,
trivial,
simple,
as human nature
Man is a product,
of a man and a woman
He multiplies biracial, multiracial, interracial
Very existence always to mix
Of a clan, out of a clan, of a color, out of a color
Of a religion, out of a religion
Of a language, out of a language
It is mix, a mixture, a variety, heterogeneity
But they want me to be linear
Singular, Alienated,
One of a side, single hand
Choose one over the other
Embrace one; blend doesn’t have a chance
To be of a tribe, of a language, of a religion
When in fact nature is mixed
Fellas, wake up!
How could I be just one rejecting the other?!
Call your logic!
Don’t you know I can’t even be born?
I can’t be convinced if the other wasn’t there
How can I desert my very me?!
Like the blood, the vein you care
Know a mixed is mixed
I know I know
This is the law of the land
A mix is a criminal
Diversity is a lie
Standing all alone is the new beat
Of a clan, of a religion or a tribe
A restriction on self, cuffs on leg
To the wide, open land left untrodden
In the end, our minds lost peace
our stomach left empty
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD FRIDAY 26 AUGUST 2022
