Rock, Paper, Scissors

Where is home?
The place where we were born?
Or where we live?
Or the place written
on our identity cards?

Rock,
Paper,
Scissors.

Who is stateless?

Me.

Have you ever seen a palm grove?

I was born in a palm grove.

I am the one born in migration,
raised in displacement,

living in a place
that does not match my identity papers—
the land of tulips
and purple blossoms.

Rock,
Paper,
Scissors.

Home
never existed from the beginning,
because I was not there.