The child that stood on tip toes
Trying to see the men outside
Through bullet holes- I watched
Much too excited for change
“It will be beautiful, like America… like you see on TV.” One solider promised me
That was back in 2003
When ISIS was a nightmare yet to form
When angels wore uniforms
When enemies were clear to see
When I did not know the difference between you and me
But now my skin gives me a label I did not earn
Not a’Doctor’
‘Woman’
‘Rich’ nor ‘Poor’
I wear a title that I can not for the life of me shed
But that is a thing I dare not regret
Stranger Paths 