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An Immigrant’ Poem



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I packed my bags a mile away in search of freedom, my kind of freedom

I packed my bags a mile away fighting to thrive, no matter the season

I was a toddler in my mother’s arm a decade ago

But now I am a man strong enough to go searching

I packed my bags a mile away searching for my reason of birth

I packed my bag a mile away and people told me who they were

I packed my bag a mile away and had varieties to eat from

I packed my bag a mile away and saw the real politics

I packed my bag a mile away bending at farm, dark or dawn

I packed my bag a mile away and saw the stories that I had heard in history

I packed my bag a mile away and was seen to be disabled, even though I was whole

I packed my bag a mile away wrapping myself with guts

I packed my bag a mile away to do no war

I packed my bag a mile away to find comfortable

I packed my bag and anytime I am not with mother, I am an immigrant

 

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2 comments

  1. Nice one, Ruthie…capturing the essence of a ‘stranger’ in another man’s world!

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