They say I don't belong yet I breathe the same air
They say I don't belong yet I share the same despair
They say I don't belong yet I walk on the same land
They say I don't belong yet I fold each hand
To show you that I am only human after all
To show you that I am a woman of color on your side of the wall
To show you that this heart has survived past each and every fall
To show you that I will never give up even if I risk it all
They say I am not the same
They say I am a pain, a torn, a savage, and different in every way
They say I should change my name, my lack of understanding, my accent, and my fate
How can I ever since we decided to hop on a plane, travel across the endless oceans and ubiquitous plains
How can I ever since English has been rooted deeply inside these veins
How can I ever since America has become my hometown, an entangled web, perhaps an intoxicating, ongoing campaign.
They say I should be someone, someone similar to their societal ways
They say I should behave like them perhaps be more upright rather than a dancer with her own wave
They say I should walk their walk, talk their talk.
They say I should be them, someone who I am not at all.
I say, I am who I am and I am first and foremost an immigrant.
An immigrant with an accent
An immigrant with tragic pain
An immigrant who is human, a human full of happiness and sorrow within each half of this human axial plane
An immigrant ingrained with suffering, discrimination, and limited rights
Yet an immigrant with a purpose, a dream, and eyes full of unseen opportunities and delight
An immigrant who has yet to set foot on adventurous, untraveled lanes.
An immigrant who is full of tears, who seeks refuge in your heart, this universe, and this planet full of hope and faith
An immigrant who is waiting, waiting for her voice, her movement, and her presence to be recognized and accepted by all and to finally embrace the treasure, the treasure of peace within herself, within the only walls, the secluded walls of the heart.
-H.S