Hello, My Name is Immigrant, and I am a tapestry woven from the threads of resilience and courage. My words may cut like glass, but they carry the weight of a journey across oceans and through countless nights of uncertainty. My tongue struggles to embrace a new cadence, a new melody, a new story.

Hello, My Name is “go back” if you don’t like it here, and I am the embodiment of perseverance. I inhabit the shadows of three jobs, a ghost in the bustling cityscape. Beneath bridges, I’ve found shelter, mistaken for a creature of myth. I mend a future from shards of the past, molding myself into a cohesive whole. Last night, hope cradled me, but fear lay heavy upon my chest.

Hello, My Name is “what are you even eating,” and I find solace in the flavors of my homeland. Each dish is a memory, a familiar landscape painted on my palate. The taste of home reminds me of the strength coursing through my veins, questioning my worthiness in this foreign land.

Hello, My Name is “they’re all so dirty,” and my hands bear the marks of toil, stained with the earth’s embrace. Your wary glances feed a beast within me, a creature born of the struggle to reconcile two worlds. I am the balance between Yin and Yang, belonging nowhere and everywhere, a nomad seeking solace in the arms of wanderers.

Hello, My Name is Immigrant, and I am here to stay, a testament to the human spirit’s unyielding resolve.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer