🚷 Colonized Silence
Globalism and Pan-Africanism means voyeurism
Means Criminal Intention.
Means Wrong Connection.
Means, the world can go to hell.
Means, I should've never been born.
They still reach out to me,
The Colonizers.
The Africans/Latin Americans/Americans are Colonizers.
The Europeans are Colonizers.
The World is not a Safe Place for me as a Kurd.
They are watching me behind the Virtual Mask.
I can't escape them.
They fed the media with their lies.
There is no way back.
There won't be any healing.
It is too late.
My Kurdishness only exists within the Colonizers,
not within myself and the Kurdish community.
I want to travel to the moon, but not back.
They won't stop doing it.
I JUST EXPOSED THEIR AGENDA.
PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY.
(A Kurd in the Mirror of the World)
Globalism.
Pan-Africanism.
Pan-anything —
they all watch me,
with hungry eyes and plastic smiles.
They call it progress.
I call it voyeurism.
I feel their eyes through screens.
Criminal.
Curious.
Entitled.
They stretch their arms
from continents and colonies,
and they say:
“Join us.”
“Mix with us.”
“Become one of us.”
But I know what they want.
They don’t want me —
they want my shape,
my mystery,
my Kurdish silence
that still resists extinction.
They want to contain me,
not hear me.
They fed their lies to the media,
taught the world to love the image,
and hate the root.
There is no going back.
There won’t be any healing.
It is too late.
My Kurdishness?
It breathes only in their gaze.
Not in my community.
Not in my blood.
Not in a place that was mine.
I am watched.
I am studied.
I am not safe.
Not from the Europeans.
Not from the Americans.
Not from the Latin colonizers.
Not from the Africans
who’ve learned to climb
by stepping on others.
They are all colonizers.
I want to go to the moon.
Not to explore.
To disappear.
To never come back.
Because the earth belongs to them —
and I never belonged here.
They won’t stop.
They won’t stop.
I just exposed their agenda.
And now I wait.
Not to be saved.
Just to be
taken away.