Lost Identity Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lost Identity

"Who am I? "
-this question has, for years
-too many, many years, has always
-been with me, followed me, bothered me.

Time took me
-to cities like Tehran
-and later, to others, San Anton,
-Laredo, in Texas, USA to London

To over hundred, if not two and further.

In times I did research
-dined and talked and questioned
-found many Africans in States; forced slaves.
-Saw Jordan's national dance come from Circassia.

Was lost on commenting
-when friend informed me of parents:
- "Japanese, Korean"

History; as I heard in Seoul
-and elsewhere, says:
- "They are foes! "

But Russian Racism
-even the Soviets'
-Racism

Made the Non-Russians' life
-in Gulag, to unite…

They were born over there
-were raised there but passports
-till time of Gorbachev
-considered… "Not-Russian."

Now, after many years
-in passports are Russians
-but what of origin?
-Japan and Korea? !