Identity
mak-dizdarandricsebilj

Identity

When spring arrives
Moja krv se ugrije
My blood warms up
Neke misli idu
Some thoughts go
A neke ostaju
And some stay
Moje riječi
My words
Nisu dobre
Are not good
Ni na jednom jeziku
In either language
I moj identitet
And my identity
Čeka da poleti
Waits to fly away
Jer ustvari to nepostoji
Because, actually, it doesn’t exsist
To je neka bajka
That is some fairytale
U kojoj ja se borim
In which I am fighting
A jezici, i riječi
And words and languages
Su kamenje i meci
Are stones and bullets

© 2007 Maja Bijedić

Note: Maja Bijedić lives in Chicago and is a student at Loyola University.

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