Diaspora Poem by Nora Nadjarian

seeds scattered in the wind
here and there who are you
where's armenia -ian -ian


my boyfriend doesn't understand
he knows nothing about seeds
blown into the future


just hold me i tell him
hold me tight because parts of me
are here and parts of me flying in the sky


where will i land and grow
will i ever return to yerevan -van -van
i just don't know who i am


you are a flower he says
waiting to be born