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?
The dead trees cried to me once
It is cold here
Help me—too big to have a shelter, too attached to my roots to move
The cold winters took away my loyal leaves
Left me with naked branches, lonely
Cover me…help me
But I didn’t hear them; I was too cold to pay attention
(By me, written March 2010)
A thanks to Earth,
Immigrant I thought I had left my home
Here to a new place where I did not belong
But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone
Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space
The clouds looked familiar
And between the cracks of grey sky I found my place
The stars knew me and the sun could relate
Then I understood
The earth is vast and it does not discriminate
(By me, July 2016)
Stranger Paths 