They forbade us to marry
another Kurd,
they stamped their law into our doors.
A Sorani Kurd, a Syrian Kurd —
still they found each other in Turkey.
Generations locked inside their own blood,
cousin to cousin,
because the state would rather
see us vanish than see us free.
And I am that result:
not a mistake,
but living evidence
that no Turk could erase
what we carried through the dark.