poetry

by sailing, by crossing seas and oceans, do we eventually settle down?

“i.

home is where the heart is

then where is my heart then?

here?

or there?

or somewhere completely irrelevant?

when people ask me “where are you from?”

I say “here”

“but where are you really from?”

where

I do wonder

where am I really from?

I do not know

where is

home

I am still looking”

by sailing, by crossing seas and oceans, do we eventually settle down?
Linda Britopoetry

La Libertad Está Aquí

Mi mamá, she works hard for us
4'9 but a giant staring down the face of imperialism
She uses her body as a shield
To protect me from those who wish to cause harm to my brown body ⁠—
Tear me into pieces and tell me I am nothing

Linda Britopoetry
La Libertad Está Aquí