poem | like any good immigrant

I am equal parts grateful and grieved, but
Like any good immigrant
I do not let the latter be seen.
I do not rage when they call my accent a speech impediment,
Nor do I wail at their ignorance. Because
I know they just don’t understand, that
Leaving a home feels like having the fingerprints ripped off your hands.

So, like any good immigrant
I simply reach for the sea, I
Find comfort in the waves because I know they
Touch the banks of my homeland every time they pull away.

Like any good immigrant
I simply smile at the sun as she sets on the day,
Because I know she wakes the people I love
With a warm embrace.

Like any good immigrant
I know they just don’t understand, that
Leaving a home feels like having the fingerprints ripped off your hands.

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