between lectures!

"I am a Diaspora writer"
Enlightening thoughts of a bored student?
An epiphanic statement, perhaps!

The voice of the professor crosses my mind:
"For the Diaspora writer past is the reality!"

That's when i tell my friend
"I am a Diaspora writer!"

Abrupt and merciless was the reply:
" You are a bunch of crap who uses your country and its past as an excuse to make money!@#@#$@"

Well! I can't blame you!
You my friend might be right?

but...
but....
what if...
everything i had was jerked out of my grips?
what if i am clueless now, in the present?!
What if i cannot find myself here and now?!
In this world!
A world so strange, insensitive, cruel and selfish...

What if ...
I am stamped upon by all of it?
What if. . .
I can find solace in past
my essence there?

Past is my reality
it is my present
then my friend
i stand justified
I claim
"I am a diaspora writer!"

but then the professor's voice kills my existence!