children of immigrants

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I remember the days when you were nine. Where rainbows cast a kaleidoscope line. Our homes were safe and borders clear, no longer the case, alas our fears. I would hold your hand and guide our way, down dusty roads past fields of hay.
I’ve feared four things in my life, But I have never told anyone, I’ve kept my thoughts and my words to myself, Shut the lights, I’ll freeze,
My mind was jumbled, like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a mold that wasn’t shaped for me. Trying to come up with the reason as to why I couldn’t be both.
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