“The Proof”
We are the proof.
That inclusion is a lie.
That systems are made
to devour the uninvited.
We are the crack they paved over.
The silence they called peace.
The exile they renamed border.
They cannot let us exist —
not fully,
not freely —
because we remind them
what was never meant to survive.
So they ignore us.
Or worse:
they see us
and pretend we are someone else.
And when I speak,
they ignore me too.
Because I carry
the same unbearable evidence
in my voice.
I am Kurdish.
And that is already
too much truth
for their comfort.