Rejection Poem by Khondoker Shajahan Raj

I have now my
Crossed identity;
Of imposed inferiority.
Yes, I'm addressing you.
My Asia is now arising against me.
I even haven't got a clerk's chance.
Yes, I have given my all
To the whites.
And now, I'm all dark.
I'm only talking to myself again.
I'd better have Ginsberg next to me.
As I've become restless
By Time Magazine.

Now, I am more complex,
Than a Sphinx's puzzle-
I've given birth of a terrible beauty-
the dark and the white.
I who am perplexed with the both.

The psycho-colonialism has obsessed me,
My obsessed mind has teared my libraries
Into a grave peril.
I don't even put a glance to my countrymen
Who are subjugated spiritually.
Rather I am busy with
The angelic graveyards-
Where thousands of Americans are sleeping
With their atom bombs.

Yes, America. I am addressing you,
Please, look at yourself through the graves.
I am sick of your insane demands.

How could I reconcile cosmopolitan awareness
How could I strip when I am having
Half a life.
America,
I won't write my poem till
I am in my right mind.