A Seesaw of Feelings

I am torn, I am lost

in between two countries

My heart loves them both,

My thoughts live in both.

When I'm there,

                  my heart is here;

When I'm here,

                  my toughts are there.

I'm riding a seesaw in between two worlds.

I ask myself, do you feel this way?

Why this deep confusion inside?

Why do you feel like you're lost at sea,

                  searching for shore,

Fighting the tidal waves’ outward pull,

Deafened by their endless roar?

My tears give no answers to why

I'm lost, why I'm torn in between.

My mind wanders among its tangled dreams

On a seesaw between here and there.

Tormented Cries

My friend in Kenya,

I hear your sufferings.

Women's genitals being cut out

By her family members

Father, and brother by force.

They said, it's our custom,

We have been doing it centuries

"this is a circumsize ritual."

But it doesn't make it right,

It's an inhuman act.

Because custom set by men to control women.

They don't want you to have feelings to enjoy sex,

That is why they circumsize you, unwillingly.

This is an act of torture.

My friend in Africa, Kenya,

You're a woman just like me.

I hear your pain,

Not been able to stop this torture,

I feel sorrow as a human being.

That is shame still continues in this century,

We must stop this inhuman act.

My friend in Kenya,

I hear your tormented cries,

I feel your pain,

Your suffering and screams

Echoes in my mind.