Born on a pearling
Island in the East
Drifting through seas of
Who I am meant to be
I am the son of a
Middle Eastern man
Peach in hand
Growing strands
Taken by the sands
My beard grows into
My cultural past
Getting stopped at
Airports reignites who I am
Give me an orchestra of
Hissing snakes
Divided by the things that
Make us great
My bodies dripping from
It's humid pride
Forever searching for my
Spiritual guide
Too much perfection is
To be a mistake
Illusions made by
Master’s of rattle snakes
I am an outsider
Of sheltering skies
An archipelago of
Different eyes
Translate my visions
Into shimmering wholes
A thousand steps
Leading into the unknown
Vanished like sunlight
From a landscape above
Perpetuating explorations
Of one
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