Who am I?

Being part of a big family is blessing. But not always. I was born 3rd into a family of seven, which I wouldn't choose If I had the chance to. It's not that I hate my family but the way we lived has left a dark spot on my young life experience. I used to wear one type of close for years and years, never have shoes at age 8. I always dreamed to have enough food in my stomach. I shared drinking water with the animals that I looked after. regardless how hard living in that situation life was precious. I was blessed to have a mom her odor gives hope. A strong faithful. Everything that has a beginning has an end. As a fact of nature this life has come to an end to. This poem is part of that transition.

  Who am I?

Dreaming during the silent nights

Wonder my mind on the bright day’s lot thoughts

Endless questions never been answered

What could be my response, to my own request?

Who am I? How do I am existed?                        

Once I had a family somewhere else

I had a biological father

Allowed me to be called in his name

Like everyone, I played with my sisters and brothers

The smallest bread parted and shared

The love fed one another forsaken food

We grew up healthy integrated to the ill world

Even those hard times like an argument

It has dim flashback in my heart never lost

Once upon a time I was part of a family

Lived to short left with a story

Living departed in life memory.

The country origin holiday’s celebration

Absolute cultural foundation

The strong neighborhood participation

Unique community once sacrificed for his religion

Then what happened?

When does this life end?

How did I become alone in my own land?

Maybe I had dreamed,

I am not sure if I had lived.

Maybe I had dreamed

I am not sure if I had lived.

Beauty is in words!

Tecle Gebremichael