Pardon Me If I Have An Identity Crisis
My apologies for being the barefoot in your Chanel Designer Shop
Please accept me as the legs to your table
As the mammal from the Middle East
Or a crack in the wall
Pardon me if I have an identity crisis
My apologies for acting foolish
When you ask me for my nationality --
My home and neighborhood
Has disappeared with my travel case -–
Please think of me as your grandfather's clock --
One that was never fixed --
Or a purse you left behind
Ah! Don't make such a fuss! I said I am sorry!
Sheema kalbasi