I bury you, deep beneath the confines of my bones,
hoping that in time you’ll disappear
in the dust of a foreign country
whose Mother Tongue you speak so fluently.
I bury you, deep.
I bury you, deep within the shelter of my insecurities
how could I have known you’d make a home,
cushioned by lies and blanketed by stigma
your conniving whispers soon became my identity.
I bury you, deep inside the only country I’ll ever call Home
and you spread like wildfire.
An invisible disease,
that I could not control, could not articulate
yet still you waged a Civil War that could not be satisfied by famine
because you were hungry for blood.
You waged a Civil War
inside the country I should call Home.
You waged a Civil War
Inside a country I cannot escape/
/I buried you, deep underneath my consciousness
believing that if I didn’t give you attention you’d dissipate/
/but you used that time to your advantage...

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