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 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 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.