My identity as portuguese
I'm proud of being gay, not from where I came from
I see myself as Wepwawet,
Who opens the gates of Duat.
From those gates come plague,
Enslavement,
Genocide.
A forest torn down in Brazil,
Heads cut in Timor,
Slave ships in the Atlantic.
Is this my legacy, oh Empire
Where the sun never sets?
No.
I love my tongue but not my hands.
I love my soul but not my spirit,
Destined to join my ancestors.
I am me,
I am the white oak,
And I reject this parody of Lusitania.
"Lusophone", you say?
I don't even type in my mother tongue.
Apologise, Portugal.