A Place to Feel at Home in the Middle of a City

This is for you

I see your pain when you are unsure

Discomfort at the table wishing you had more

Memories of this place in your youth

A slight disconnect from their memories and how they see you

You will always be a foreign gyal

I can see it in your face and you wear it in your smile

Get more attention when you walk down the street

Explosion of your taste buds when she gives you food to eat

Do you miss home or what is the home that you miss?

Your grandparents existence barely touches your lips

But when you said you wanted a place to call home

I asked you what you needed to make this space your own.

- Written by Zoe Osborne