I belong nowhere and to no-one

I am the by-product of war

forgotten by the world but proof that even collateral damage can rise up from the rubble

 {diaspora}

You hijacked my heritage 

You bombed my identity 

You vandalised my language 

You killed me, yet somehow I’m still here

{invasion & occupation; Iraq}

I tried so hard to fit in 

why would a precious stone attempt to dull its shine to be amongst rocks you may ask? 

because the world envied, pillaged and destroyed the priceless

{looting of the Baghdad museum} 

rebuild yourself from the rocks others have thrown at you

build towers, palaces and monuments

one day people will write novels about your tragedies and triumphs 

{tower of Babylon}