And, so somewhere on the journey between who I thought I was and who I wanted to be, I found myself to be the person who I am – here and now – trying, still to learn the lines of a play that’s already more than halfway through. Forgetting my words and finding myself lost. Still trying to belong to ancestors from the past I will never know, in a country called Britain, which spurns my love.
So, I glance upwards, at a twitching curtain, fearing that it will fall before the end of the performance. Hoping that I can wave my arms in the air, in hopes of redoing my scene so that I can say my lines all over again, with purpose this time.
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