Identity Parade by Ceyda A Yildiran
I am a freckle in the family, The birthmark on my cheek, Baby-making machines-can’t count! Forty-eight first cousins, Keep dishing them out,
Food to feed the nation, Around the world and back again, Passport is no stranger To the aeroplane,
Turkish men kiss Turkish men hello, We aren’t afraid to say I love you, We are no stranger, To the people that we know,
The identity parade, There are many dances to many songs, Of which I still don’t know Where I belong.