Show Me The Map Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Show me the map

It is long that I have crossed the borders
-to border-less-ness…
I disapprove these ugly lines
-curved or straight
-with flags and anthems
-and the ruling houses
-Kings, presidents and sultans…
-and or with any other name
-Prime Minister to Mullah

I believe they are nothing but pain in the butt…
But I am me…
Facts are facts…
And what exists is fact…

-where are you from?
I asked a young man
-Kurdistan…
He replied…
And sounded sweet…
I could give it life…
With culture…
With history…
With an origin that cannot be reckoned…
Cannot be found…
But its divisions are visible…
They have four main languages…
All Kurdish…
None understanding the other…
All Indo-Persian-European…
-stained with Arabic and Turkic…

Where is Kurdistan?
Show me the map!
Said a Turk and his comment was an arrow landing in my heart:
-who the hell are you to ask such a question?
I heard the echo of my words in me…
Turks are the brutal invaders to the area
-thanks to Arabs and Islam…

And now? ? ?