By Elijah Macbean
I am
the British chicken tikka masala,
The
Pakistani fish and chips.
David
Tennant in a kufi.
Imran
Khan in a kilt.
I’m
a James Saddique,
A
Muhammad Smith.
Watching
Hollywood on Eid,
Bollywood
on Christmas.
I’m
bridging the gap,
Blurring
the lines.
Existing
as a protest,
I’m
in the middle of the picket being pulled at both sides,
Refusing
to move.
Refusing
to pick sides.
It’s
not Jekyll and Hyde,
It’s
Adam and Ibrahim.
I’m
Elijah from the Bible,
I’m
Elijah from the Qu’ran.
I
get on the bus when they tell me to go home,
No
airport security necessary.
I’m
the olive coloured olive branch,
An
open-faced kid.
With
two cultures on my back,
Fighting
for my preference,
A
love triangle.
I’m
polyamorous in this regard,
Practising
disregard
for
your mono.
I’m
a protest vote,
The
gentrification and immigration.
Sarfaraz
Ahmed with three lions on his shirt.
Wayne
Rooney in a shalwar kameez.
Tommy
Robinson’s nightmare,
Sadiq
Khan’s dream.
I am
multiculturalism.
I am
both.
I am
neither.
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