Grandchild

I am the daughter of a daughter

the proud grandchild of immigrants

whom left so many years ago

to set a new path

in stone

amongst the unknown

I am the unspoken hope

as my parents first daughter

to become the woman

who writes her destiny

with a pen and paper

and a mind full of curiosity

I am the child of burden

and of blessing

and of dreams, desires, and “I wanna be”s

noiselessly holding generations

and generations

of selfless expectations

yet trying to be me

best

I am just a kid

growing into my skin

figuring where I fit

in this puzzle I live in

but all the while

runs the blood of the people

whom I owe my life

and would proudly call

my grandparents