Born on farmland
but furthest from a farmer.
Born by a humble woman bearing twins
in a hospital since demolished.
Born in a town no one knows the meaning
of, a town by the name of Voorhees.
since the Swedes
were the first Europeans to colonize
where I was raised.
Western New Jersey
in West Jersey Hospital
a now archaic demonym
West Jersyian, a term once used
to denote Quaker lands
along the dark Delaware River
where Norsemen killed and conquered
Lenape until the British asserted their power.
A people pillaged by Norsemen then Englishmen.
My Irish ancestors can empathize
and how the hell does one acquire
the rights to ransack a history?
And I, a descendant of death
feel the descent from a green rock
unto the New World as if a curse
as Europe’s outcast thrust upon
a foreign bosom poisonous
being between both continents
as if lost betwixt breasts unbound
as I know who raped my ancestors
but don’t know my ancestors.
I, born on foreign farmland
don’t feel home anywhere
which is why I am attached to nowhere.