Racism and Mental Heath : Poem, 'Where Are You From?'

Where are you from?

no,

where are you really from?

.. the cosmos.

It fills my mind, my soul

my thoughts are dark matter

another black hole

no end in sight

there are stars in my eyes

vast, wide and bright

I am the universe incarnate.

that much is obvious

look beyond your veil

and you’ll see I’m not that hard to place.

I am where the world begins

and I am where it ends.

I am more than life,

or love,

or them.

I belong everywhere and nowhere at all.