Who Am I?
I am from the land I can never reach,
a culture lost with time.
I’m doomed to walk alone
without knowing my bloodline.
Reminded of who I could have once been
as I taste the false store-bought pasta,
Longing for the experience to learn true Italian cuisine.
I’m from a land of cold,
where many barchans were formed.
A place overlooked by the daunting city,
where the fall leaves are no longer seen as pretty.
Born as son and brother to three,
remembering all the laughs and screams.
I could never forget the smell of those trees,
as we always played in the forest.
Now I’m across the country,
and I’ve lost touch with what’s left of me.
I am from broken traditions,
ones no longer practiced.
Most of my elders past before I knew them,
and that still haunts me.
I am from a broken family,
and can no longer feel my mother caress
because her hands are now restrained
in those ice-cold metal cuffs.
The police serins will always pierce my mind
because I’m still scarred from all those nights.
I am from a man known as Dad
and my goal is to only make him proud.
He helped get where I am and never left my side.
My father definitely deserves to be called Dad.
I am from positivity,
because even though life has been tough on me,
I’ve been given a lot of fantastic opportunities.