Our Immigration Story

I am an immigrant in America
I moved here when I was fourteen years old.
I did not know what to expect in this new world.
But I was happy that I was with my family,
discovering this new world.

Somewhere along the way,
I discovered I was all alone,
And my family was too.
We all navigated through this new world
with so much on our backs.
We carried, along with us, from our land,
My father’s land,
And my mother’s land,
All with us to this new world
Without knowing how this new world
would add more to our backs.
My brother and I
continued to understand
or at least try to, understand
people, fellow colleagues and students.
They made fun of us
The way our old world,
clothed us,
defined our speech,
defined who we were.
Instead of embracing us,
they added a heavier load to our backs,
gave us the inability to define our self-esteem and confidence,
they broke us down.
made us feel like we do not belong,
in this new world.

I am an immigrant,
like a lot of us,
who have tried and tried,
over and over,
to assimilate.
and will continue to do so,
in a world that will never understand,
or even try to understand,
our old world.

“I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien.” I write. Poetry is life. I host a podcast. I’m constantly healing. Above all, I’m kind to mankind.

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