Costume

I don’t know when it happened,

But I feel like a costume.

Like, sometime during my

Daily parade of self pride

Someone snatchd me up

And stripped me of my heritage and culture

Leaving nothing but

My naked mind and soul.

In true hijacking fashion

They folded my history

In their coat

Under their arm

And then wore me

Without the decency to

Iron out the whole story.

My whole story.

My whole history.

I don’t know when it happened,

But I feel like a costume.