Tell me I am too English to speak fluent Arabic,
or this tongue of mine is confused of it's identity.
You tell me, that this body of mine is fragile;
even though I carry it whole every day.
Tell me my fingers will forget how to write and then I won't have anything going for me,
Tell me I am not Arab enough to be human,
Not human enough to be an Arab.
Go on, you know better than me...