Minority

Upon arrival it’s clear:
English booms from speakers;
television, radio, conversations all around
it should be familiar,
comforting even–

instead the easy rounded sounds
of a language she knows inside out
feels wrong; sounds wrong

Disconnected
she tries to stay up past nine o’ clock;
forcing her body to remember:
this, too, is home,
this,
too,
is
home.

NaBloPoMo November 2015

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