"Magic doesn't work in this new place.
Native poetry has lost rhythm and rhyme,
Familiar food is labeled a curiosity,
And hostile stares replace familial love.
To be an immigrant
Is to be solitary in the midst of millions."
I should imagine many of us are feeling solitary and lost at present, not understanding or realizing how far down our values and the "magic" they give us have sunk beneath a loam of greed, lust, selfishness, and pride. As human as anyone, I also struggle to come to grips with this, until I realize that that magic doesn't come down to us like lightning bolts from the old man in the sky; the magic is in us to do for each other, as long as we reach out to use it.
Native poetry has lost rhythm and rhyme,
Familiar food is labeled a curiosity,
And hostile stares replace familial love.
To be an immigrant
Is to be solitary in the midst of millions."
I should imagine many of us are feeling solitary and lost at present, not understanding or realizing how far down our values and the "magic" they give us have sunk beneath a loam of greed, lust, selfishness, and pride. As human as anyone, I also struggle to come to grips with this, until I realize that that magic doesn't come down to us like lightning bolts from the old man in the sky; the magic is in us to do for each other, as long as we reach out to use it.
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