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Hungry, Still

Diary of a Syrian American

By Hazel SPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Top Story - August 2022

Hungry, Still

My parents are living in their dream house now

with trees as far as the eyes can see

A quiet, peaceful neighborhood with nowhere to go

and from no one to flee

We’re all educated now

Never speaking English at home

But we’re educated now, paying off these student loans

We’ve got healthcare now

Never worried about getting ill

There’s no prescription on Earth that my doctors can’t fill

We’ve got our human rights now

Happily taking what we were given before

But here, in this country, I’m allowed to fight for more

I have freedom now

Freedom to move and freedom to grow

Freedom to reap all that I did not sow

I support my family now

Sending aid to the Motherland

Holding the New World in one, and Old World in the other hand

I travel often now

Costa Rica, Bali, Malta- all know my name

I knew to play Chess during a Checkers game

Everyone likes me now

Invited to all the cool parties and all the cool dates

Of all the quantum possibilities, I’m kinda glad this is my fate

The Parade is over now

Five-star restaurant and I foot the bill

Ordered everything on the menu and, somehow,

I’m hungry, still.

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Hazel S

The current of words that flow through a Syrian-American woman. A conduit of subjective Truth.

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    Written by Hazel S