Kin

His country
is not mine,
His hands
are not mine
Our skin is
not the same
colour
His child
is not mine
His wife
needs no comforting
when her daughter
(not mine)
is brought broken
bruised
for having spoken
up
out.
His eyes
are not mine
His hunger
not mine.
His anger,
not mine.
His need,
not mine.
He knows
the trees
the rivers
he names birds-
beasts
roam his land
not mine.
I do not
claim
him
kin.