My home: a gold-chain?
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To every memory I created , in countries soon gone .
I leave, before they burn .
My home in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name .

My home: a gold-chain?

I am a stealer.

Yet , I do not steal gold.

I steal: homes my father rents, with every relocation .

Where are you my home ?

Are you in the depths of the green palm trees in Iraq?

Are you my school that burned down?

Are you the banana tree in my garden-I would watch grow, but never eat from ?

Are you my pint-sized balcony in Geneva ?

Or in the plate of Mansaf, cooked by your second mom?

Or in the place you were born, but seldom lived ?

My birth place: where I am instantly repulsed by the smell of pollution.

I run to the sound of cars honking .

I run to the collective smell of: war and poverty , I have not experienced.

To every memory I created , in countries soon gone .

I leave before they burn .

My home is in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name.

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