I am homes near train tracks where the tumble weeds
roll with the breeze
I am a town with dried up creeks that overflow
in the rainy season, parks infested with rodents
sleeping off the previous night's fix
I am a neighborhood where prostitutes parade
their misshapen figures up and down the street
I am the kingdom of elephants
The consciousness of human evolution
Crossroad of self-discovery, fringe of humanity
I am razor wires and 20-foot walls
I am expressive movement and somatic story
A generation that pops elbows and locks ankles—
breaking joints to voice the condition of my people.
I am a quandary
I am the womb of a woman who sacrificed
The sovereignty who breaks the walls and fashions
from the rubble.
Origins
Anouthin Pangthong
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