Identity is a bitch

Tonight, as I couldn’t sleep

It came to me as an epiphany

I wanted to wake you up and tell you

Let’s move to Victoria

Let’s never ever go back to Spain

Let’s never ever see our family again

Nor our friends

Let’s reinvent ourselves

Let’s be different people

No explanations needed

Nobody will know us

We’ll never speak Spanish again

Well only to strangers, if needed

(…)

We’ll cycle along the city

We’ll definitely find a job

Meet Mary and Les for dinner some time

Walk again along the totems

Find a house where I can read in silence

And you can listen to your music

We’ll take the ferry to Port Angeles

Go visit Bonnie and Hans

We’ll—

You woke up to go pee

Zip zip out of the tent you went

And the words choke in my mouth

My whole identity came back again

My cowardice

I have a family I love

Friends I love

A job I love

A country I hate

An identity I don’t fully like

But it took so long so build!

I’m such a strong woman now

Back you came into the tent

I cried for my Mom

Gosh I miss her so much

It hurts like hell

And I can’t sleep