Say you come from a two-parted city,
don’t label, don’t call it Greek or Turkish,
Free or Occupied.
Say it’s peculiar, both parts are
don’t say sides
don’t take sides.
Say, we used to live together
mention that a few decades back
there were churches and μιναρέδες
in villages and towns
the languages blended well
and nobody minded if the
coffee was called Greek, Cypriot or Turkish.
Say, you want to live in that city
and the old people’s stories of a city
that was vibrant from the mixing of the cultures.
Say that these borders are frustrating
and that the city awaits for you,
it has been parted for too long.
-My city, unknown to me, unlived by me-
Make sure to mention that this wasn’t your choice.