Semi is still Circle

Sun, 05/19/2019 - 20:48 -- Semiat

childhood remembrances are always a burden  

if you’re an immigrant

I can always recollect my memories of living in

Nigeria

with no electricity nor technology

and if you become famous or something

the media never gossip about how happy you were to be

free with your family

living in comfort

The happiness you felt when you could go outside and interact

without getting killed

But when you talk about home

it never gets across how much passion

you felt about your birthplace

as the whole family meet outside and

have dinner together and bond

and you remember every memory

This american citizens never try to understand

your family frustration when someone ask question like

Do you live with lions?

And though you answer truthfully

their arrogance don’t concerns you

and though you continue to answer their  

ridiculously questions

you know your Culture and

You’re trying to make them understand you

But they don’t

and I really hope no american citizen ever has cause   

to write about me

because they never understand

the struggle of coming to america and they’ll

probably call me names

and make me look like some kind of alien but they can

never understand that

all the while I was quite happy

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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