Home

I've been to places

Far and wide,

But not too far

And certainly not too wide.

I've seen different cultures

Of indigenous peoples,

But these people displaced from their land

Here in a melting pot of a home.

I do often wonder

What these places

Are really truly like, but I'm scared—

Scared that what I see and believe will be wrong.

One day I will have to

Face the facts—I'm wrong.

I don't really know

What their life is like at all.

I can try to understand all I want,

I can appreciate the adulterated forms of it in this safe place—

My home—but here's the truth:

My home is not theirs, welcome as they may be.