If my Kurdish existence
is nothing but a trigger for your jealousy,
then may your whole life crack like a mirror —
shards scattering,
each piece showing you
the weakness you tried to hide.
You stare,
but you cannot hold my reflection.
Your envy is your prison,
my being is my freedom.
And when the mirror shatters,
all that’s left
is the dust of your arrogance
and the light of my name.