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Show Us Your Papers: a poem by Sham-e-Ali Nayeem

paperless people / of the earth say,
/ “this place is mine, / can you not see we birthed it?”

What paper could prove
every buried ancestor
every story on each brick
every seed that became the tree
every street’s ghost? 

In this country
no evidence of
humanity is left.
No certificate.
No soul. 

In this country
papers become dust
become soot
become flooded &
disintegrate into nothing. 

In this country
201 million people were born
before nation state
before borders
generations of muslims that never left. 

In this country
stars witness
muslim, dalit and adivasi births
in nameless clinics, huts, rooms
no papers to prove
marrow and soul of a land. 

In this country
paperless people
of the earth say,
“this place is mine,
can you not see we birthed it?” 

What paper could prove
umbilical cord to earth
memorized forest
an index of the river’s moods
the land’s fingerprint on each ribcage? 

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