{"sf1_id":2000263,"sf2_id":"r17G02Z1","title":"My identity as portuguese","author":"harpier","words":94,"posted_at":"2023-06-10T23:10:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","Portugal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2000263-my-identity-as-portuguese","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17G02Z1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2b/2e/2b2ea9a6-29ab-44de-908a-44770b5dd0df","description":"I'm proud of being gay, not from where I came from","content":"I see myself as Wepwawet,  \nWho opens the gates of Duat.  \nFrom those gates come plague,  \nEnslavement,  \nGenocide.  \nA forest torn down in Brazil,  \nHeads cut in Timor,  \nSlave ships in the Atlantic.  \n  \nIs this my legacy, oh Empire  \nWhere the sun never sets?  \n  \nNo.  \n  \nI love my tongue but not my hands.  \nI love my soul but not my spirit,  \nDestined to join my ancestors.  \n  \nI am me,  \nI am the white oak,  \nAnd I reject this parody of Lusitania.  \n  \n\"Lusophone\", you say?  \nI don't even type in my mother tongue.  \n  \nApologise, Portugal.  \n  \n\n"}