Broken winged birds

Does it matter where I come from?
Yes and no!
No, because we are all brothers and sisters
No matter where we were born

Yes, because acknowledging
My heritage
Is acknowledging who I am
Heritage and self-worth
Seem to go hand in hand

This did not make sense to me
A few years back
But I think I’m starting to understand

I love the West and what it stands for
But if I don’t appreciate the East
I’m not balanced

East and West
Hand in hand
Wings of a bird
Fingers of one hand

If I reject the East
I’m rejecting myself
I need me
And I need others as well

A broken winged bird
Cannot fly high
I want to soar
Soar in the sky!

Lida Berghuis
March 17th, 2004

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