Call me Evelina

January 18, 2018

I am not from your land or anywhere near

I come from a place of rainbows and fields.

From a place where the grass grows green

And the flowers spread their aroma.

This land is a fairytale, and is rarely under siege

The place I come from is Moldova.

But don’t ask me to utter a Moldavian word

For I speak in a couple different tongues, but not the one you ask.

There’s not many people like me

In this wonderful land covered in vines.

Many have hair the color of a raven’s wing

And darker than the deepest lake.

But I, you see,

Have eyes like light sapphire stones

And hair of gold string spun from straw.

But I feel closer to my people

For they are caring and kind.

They are willing to help, but that’s before they’re even asked.

We are like you

But different in so many ways.

One difference that we surely have, is my name:

You call me Evelina.

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.