Transplants

In a barrio, more urban and crowded than the
wide open fields and dense forests teeming with wildlife,

the home I once knew and remains in my dreams and my heart,

but now I must abandon to attempt to assimilate with others,

who though are the same as me, the same species, but maybe not color,

will always see me as different, despite all my efforts

to fit in is futile, as my accents will always be born naked

as those I wish to be near draw closer and comment immediately

playfully poking fun as "mistakes" and misnomers

as I attempt to translate my roots into the culture and ambiance of which is now

my home.

A Decade Later