Immigrants MAG

January 8, 2018
By SanjanaKaicker BRONZE, New York, New York
SanjanaKaicker BRONZE, New York, New York
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i.
in a world of cold/isolation/silence:
you experience america as a gift of the unborn,
where freedom bells ring/where
stars and stripes sing: america!
do-it-yourself freedom!
turn your dreams into reality!
but: the overpriced bodega coffee in your hand
is all the warmth anyone will ever give you.
every thought is a pending hope,                                                  an unspoken wish.


ii.
those blurry/sparse/bright-night lights:
he sounds and the swiftness
of cold fingers, of chapped lips in winter air,
loose-lined syllables in thin rejection slips
from harvard/princeton/yale,
shrapnels of glittering gold-paved pathways,
blood streaming thinner than water.


iii.
our parents’ sharp-rimmed tongues
fail to conceal the tenderness of words.
those loose-lined syllables hit
like crumbling glass, red and white and blue
and glittering gold; even silver and bronze.
the coffee-warmth of city lights seeps
out through gloves and dissolves into
streets filled with brittle ice and gritty slush.


The author's comments:

As the daughter of two immigrants, I've come to see the difficulties of starting a new life in a new country through my parents' stories of their experiences. Many Asian immigrants, especially, want their children to go to Ivy League colleges in the hopes of them becoming something big, but these dreams don't always become reality, as is reflected throughout the poem. In short, this poem is a metaphor for the American dream, and what it can mean for many Asian immigrants.


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