I don’t know how to seek you out from inside me
the child that I am lost you
to foreign blood
where pulsating veins
and assembled parts
ignite beneath nomadic skin
genetics is where we really bonded
I never felt you close enough to touch
or embraced your scent for memories
of innocence you once neglected
I never once could salvage your existence
From deep-rooted scars
Filled with the absence of you
Or call you forth
With my incessant invocations
that often left me broken
and vacant
In all the years I have known life
I never really knew who I am
Or who you are
And still I search
through the aching love
of men who come from no fathers
Suad Halane
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