Updated: Dec 9, 2019
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