Tuesday, March 30, 2010
A foreign country in a familiar land
yellow flag flying eliciting loyalty
from strangers to a long lost home
speaking a language I don’t understand
didn’t I grow up here?
Signs in graphics I can’t read
immersion in a culture
that doesn’t include me.
They stare at me as the intruder
I live in the outskirts of their society.
They embrace America
as a place where they can get rich
and take advantage of a free education
and crowd the pharmacies and doctor’s offices
with faces like their own in the spaces
where faces like mine used to look back at me.
Where are the stars and stripes of my memory?
Where is the loyalty to my country
in this place I still call home?