My Right to Move

I have started living in the UK about a year and a half ago, I would like to believe that I did, that this is part of my identity, my permanent address at least till I decide to move. But moving for me isn’t the same as moving for someone who is from here, someone who has the right skin colour too.

But I am rebellious as I am sure many who have settled here are, we want to be here and there and everywhere because we are travellers, wanderers, settlers, dreamers we are movers. People on the move. And because we are determined to not give up moving we have to give up so many things, a job, a family, a society, a livelihood and sometimes life.

But isn’t moving in all of us, don’t we all want to see more of the world, and seek out places farthest from our home, in the hopes of finding among other things ourselves. And yet, we are stopped, here and there and everywhere because we do not qualify, we do not have the right documentations, the right shoes the right skin.

I would forfeit my dream of staying here, but because I am determined to keep trying this place out for the same reaseon birds fly from one place to another. BUT THEN AGAIN NOT ALL MOVEMENT HAS THE SAME PACE, some movement are slow, thanks to borders that recognise colour over the content.