there i am in my lands somehow in new country
there i am learning new language for the free
there i am the before
i am here at eleven scared for my mother
i am here fearing they’ll tear us apart
i am here struggling to comprehend
am i here mourning grandparents from far away?
am i here asking why we don’t have the right to say goodbye?
am i here carrying this pain through this childhood?
i am here at twenty-two with this paper in my hand
i am here unable to do by the book
i am here unsure of the future
am i here to translate my tongue?
am i here to clarify my skintone?
am i here to justify my existence?
there i am the now
there i am dancing in limbo
there i am in a place that’s now my home
am i here?
i am here at thirty-three still waiting to be free
there i am the after
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Zuqy Cruz Marquez
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