second generation immigrant
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How the world has changed
From the land, my family came to.
My great grandparents came here from Europe
To Ellis Island, they came.
It didn't matter if they were Irish or Italian.
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars
Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations
Of warm colors for the same sunrise, I see, but different bird cries probably
