Netherland
What I really want
is for you to let me be
I do not want to fly a flag
the colours of which I did not paint
You draw lines, build fences
and expect me to pick sides.
Your flags are like bodies fully formed
And I am what I am
A third eye
a sixth finger
Useful, but out of place
This world is not my home,
but you can keep your heaven
About the author
Chima Christopher is Nigerian and has walked this planet for 24 years. He dreams of owning real estate on the moon and listens to Taylor Swift every chance he gets.