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Where the heart is

“...you must give this voice to me.”
    ~ Hans Christian Andersen, “The Little Mermaid” (1836)

It’s never true immigration
You’re in the homeland you carry inside
This landscape isn’t so foreign
Over it you seem to gracefully glide
Everyone here is so awkward
They’ll never fathom the pain that you hide
Even as you long to tell them
That tongue you left behind sure can’t confide
How the witch of immigration
Left no false hopes with you and never lied
How the fine prince who you rescued
Though he may feel your love, and though you’ve tried
To let him know what he owes you
How he’ll praise what’s the least effort beside
With his eyes for his own people
Your telling eyes say with whom he’d abide
For there’s no true immigration
As the sea bore you, in tears you’d have died
If their salt water had let you
Drying in air they take you for a ride
For they can speak your own language
That of the kind heart you carry inside

    September 2014

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