My identity - Silesian

[Gość: Wilym]

FORBIDDEN IDENTITY

Oh why do you worry so about my identity

I know that I'm not Polish or German or Czech

I'm rather like a Silesian....

But not really you see

And when the Polish want to claim me as one of their kind

You beg me to listen to something that should be stirring inside

Something that runs deep and poignant

Like a common memory

Is it the elusive and haunting image I sometimes think I see,

Or the whisper of peoples' voices gently calling out to me

Wait, visions of the past seem to be forming in my mind

And I find myself experiencing the hopes and dreams of many lifetimes

Instinctively I know these faces belong to me,

For I see so many things in them that I also see in me

Suddenly I feel the loss and pain of a heritage

Forcibly taken from the generations before me

And I know mow that no man can keep me

From reaching back and reclaiming that forbidden ancestry

Stunned with this awareness, I quickly pull away,

Too filled with emotion to turn around and stay

Yes, I do see, I finally understand

This is my place in history, my inheritance

This is who I am

..rather like an American

[Gość: m]

..judging by the pathos..


yours


pc gorol

fulos

[Gość: maras]

kto ci hopie nie da godac' zes' hanys

[Gość: Ein Schlesier]

Bla, bla, bla, bla. Bla bla bla! Bla, bla bla? Bla, bla bla, bla bla BULL!
Who cares?
P.S. Why the heck did you choose English to elaborate on your depressed
identity issues? Solltest du vielleich das alles auf Deutsch tun so wuerden
alle im Reich verstehen?

[Gość: ?]

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[Gość: Ein Schlesier]

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[Gość: Rev. Reverend]

WHO CARES