Artist Micha Serraf

2018

My skin bares the weight of generations of trauma, violence, love, forgiveness and wisdom. I am the product of an inextinguishable flame, the result of an untiring stamina. I will prevail as my parents did when they fled their own homes and theirs before them. My skin has been stretched, torn, shot and spat at. Yet, although thick, it is soft and warm. So many of us are foreigners everywhere we go in the world. Raised too far away from where we were born to call it home. Born somewhere too different to where we live for us to rest. An African, yet, on earth we fight the feeling that we tress-pass. I am tired but I am happy. For my troubles are my own. And my love, victories and blessings are worthy.