On wandering

Most of us long, ache, search, for home
Next year, we say, in Jerusalem
Free Kurdistan, Tibet
And who’s to say we’re wrong?

It makes such simple sense

But the Romani yearn for freedom
No diaspora, they
Are not to be ingathered
When they settle, it’s in grief

What they teach is that what matters
Is not where you and yours are from
What forms you is your poetry
Your music, dance and song

How they terrify the powerful
The makers of passports and maps

Kimberly G. Jackson studied literature at Yale and New York University, but now reads and writes poetry just for the love of it. 

She lives in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts.

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