Not a Toy (continued)
Germany is a good country—
if you don’t mind having no children
and no real friends.
If silence is enough,
and roots don’t matter,
you’ll do just fine.
But if you dare…
to swim in deeper waters,
to question,
to carry your past like fire in your hands,
they won’t test your strength—
they’ll strip your identity.
Quietly.
Efficiently.
As if you never existed at all.
You’ll smile with your mouth,
but mourn with your eyes.
You’ll translate yourself into pieces
until you forget your mother tongue
and speak only in survival.
But I—
I refuse.
I choose truth over comfort,
depth over acceptance.
I choose to be whole
even if it means being alone.
They played with me for 36 years—
but this is where the game ends.
I will not be forgotten.
I will not be remade.
I am not a toy.