Hungry, Still
Diary of a Syrian American

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.
About the Creator
Hazel S
The current of words that flow through a Syrian-American woman. A conduit of subjective Truth.
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