I weaved a nest
Out of the things they threw away
And I made a home for my children to say
He created an earth so large
Hoping one day
The Gods will appreciate
The waste they threw a way
The Garden of Eden was no place to stay
I know your pain
I, too, had to do the same
To free myself and children alike
To start fresh
A new life
I too had to be
I know this is a Black and White battle
And Brown is not in between
Maybe it is a color that your lens has not seen
But imagine for a moment or two
That it was you
Imagine being born to such a bad circumstance
That being caught in a boarder provides a better chance
Have you earned that ground you call home?
Or were you, just like them, just born?
The difference between you and me
Boils down to geography
I was born somewhere far beyond your sea
And so you see me differently
The difference between a citizen and a refugee
Another disaster of this world I see
Miles define who we are and who we can be
If you weren’t born where you were
Who would you be?
Here lies a dream
In papers drowned by ink
Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me
Land I forget, before I remember
Places where I used to belong
Earth that smelled much like I
There I lay
And awake I see
There can be another me
Immigrant in this earth but free
(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
Take me out of this box you made for me!
“You don’t look like a terrorist” she says to me.
As I take a sip of my drink, I smile, for she thought she complimented me.
I get lost in the ignorance… or maybe it’s innocence that puts me in such a box.
Should I change my name? Maybe dye my hair blond just so you can relate to me?