International Migration is a fascination,
People in millions exiting their home nation,
Pulling out your roots, stripping you of physical bonds,
A new life elsewhere, on the other side of the pond.
Such is the way, we choose to live,
Away from family cherished so dearly,
Making new friends often,
And deeper friendships rarely.
Settling in into new ways of life,
Languages we would have once only chanced upon,
Rolling out of our mouths
Sweet as sugar if needed,
Or sharp as the edge of a knife.
Today we eat what yesterday to us was bad,
Shocked are our styles and changed are the ways we are clad,
Do what you can to blend in,
Retain your uniqueness; you are beautiful in brown skin.
When do you feel settled and in bliss?,
When is nostalgia finally given a miss?,
Does yesterday’s shine make dull our here?,
Or is tomorrow’s allure strong enough for doubts to disappear?
What we all hold onto is a feeling, that’s all,
Be capable of sculpting it and rejoicing the now,
Tomorrow may come soon,
But listen to today’s call.
