Take Me Home

If only I had a moment to figure out what’s going on,
But my sorry concept of time has negated the moment.
Last night was a whisper of the pleasurable past
Today is a haunting reality check of a daunting future.
The seconds drip with intensity like melodies from a violin.
My lament is one in the same as the hunger pains of a stillborn.
A loosened piece of gravel has more significance to the world
Than me. It has aesthetic beauty

My mom used to tell me that she saw generations
Of ancestors when she looked into my eyes:
“I see everyone, I swear I see everyone,”
She would say with her silver-chipped tooth smile.
My heart is with her at home where she is now.
If I were to change how would she recognize me
when I see enough enough hate and killings.
Would she still be so adamant?

My culture is my only possession
as I take my first foreign steps.
My clothes are soiled with various sorts of filth
And smell of the reek rawness of the voyage.
It’s so busy, people bustling by like race-cars
I don’t know what day it is, or long it took to get here.

Last night I still felt my home in my bones,
I was with my peers. We spoke in our tongue.
Now I feel loss, if only I had a moment.
“Excuse me sir,” he doesn’t understand my accent
“Do I go this way or that way”
I pass the same illegible sign
I’m walking in circles
I stop to ask for help; all I hear is politicized religion
No one is listening.

Maybe if I was a loose piece of gravel
They would pick me up and take me home.

Take me home,, where there is no religion
Take me home, where there is no wars
Take me home where there is no greed
Take me home where there is no poverty
Take me home where there is no hypocrisy
Take me home where people ask why
Take me home where people don’t judge
Take me home ;I want to smell love
Take me home

If only I was a loose piece of gravel…