Crossing Borders

Hands out and open,

Demanding eyes,

Power stance,

Distrustful glance,

How much of me do I have to give?

What of the life that I have lived,

I’m condensed to the stamps in my passport,

National reality,

Frowned upon or smiled at,

From the pot luck of where my mother sat,

When she gave me life.

Make a good impression,


Staring at the gun in the guard’s belt.

What was that persona that i’m supposed to have felt,

Passing through a land between lands,

A walk between governance,

Eyes glint for the new land,

A new flag flying proud,

A new culture abound,

Exploring like a child.