A Poem
By Kylie Fisher
Misplaced Identity
Variables that do not coincide
Never controlled by will
But rather dependent on circumstances
There is a normalized detachment
For all things in life appear to be transitional
Here and there, here nor there
No claim on land or on policy
Living in a state of ambiguity
Syncopated Livelihood
Tongues twisted in a different way
Articulated with imbalance
Most notice the contrast of my complexion
When it does not meet expectation
There seems to be a confusion
“What are you, again?”
I wonder would it be different if I was placed
Rooted in their familiar
Partook in their common
Common Wealth
Commonalties seem like casualties to me
My identity takes a different form
It doesn’t follow what is on my form
It is found in the silence of the wind
And in the heartbeat of family
Supported by a friend
Caressed by a lover
There is a freedom in knowing that my identity is unrefined
Misplaced sometimes undervalued
More importantly, I desire to place claim over myself
Instead of being defined by others
