I have no passport.
I have no passport
in my back pocket.
Empty as the land I left but my blood
is half pure to the half-land I land in.
I have no passport
in my back pocket.
But my eyes are full of beautiful mud
my hands are soft, but too rough to lie in.
I have no passport
in my back pocket.
It says it loves me and yet I taste cud
motherland, and yet, step-motherland dim.
I have no passport
in my back pocket.
Roughly torn down ticket-thicker than blood?
and I don't care to search the skin I'm in.
I have no passport
in my back pocket
I have no passport
in my front pocket
and still they let me in.