Genetic/Narcissistic Rage

They ask,

“Which country should be erased from the map?”

as if borders are toys,

as if lives are chalk lines to smudge away.

But I don’t dream of erasure.

I dream of return.

I want them to add what was stolen,

to ink what was silenced:

Kurdistan—

not a question,

not a shadow,

but a name that breathes

on the map of the world.