My pages are yellowed and tarnished
Crinkled at the edges
I carry with me
Every laugh or smile or
Glare
Carefully stamped onto the measures of my heart
The history of what has made me
Empathetic and sensitive
Is written in both blood and ink
I wish I could ignore the passport sometimes
Perhaps even burn it
But it is a history and collection
Of everything that has molded me into me
