That’s an incredibly moving poem.

On an unrelated note: Happy New Year, Devious

Oh forget Keats and Yeats, try French & Saunders, or Lennon & McCartney

Nice verse tho, universally applies.

That poem speaks for so many immigrants. In 19 lines, Wole has managed to capture the awkwardness, sadness and frustration an immigrant feels in a new country. It’s so honest. I love it. Thank you Diva for posting it and thank you Wole for writing it.

and I’m trying to look inconspicuous

I’m trying to be you, curse this clumsy tongue.

Those lines jump out at me. I see so many immigrants who change their names, their religion, their customs in the effort to assimilate. The humility and determination needed for assimilation is something I don’t have.

I believe in integration because it doesn’t involve losing yourself in the process. I love having the choice of Indian, Thai, African, Italian, Spanish or Greek food when I went out to dinner in Canada. I love seeing people wear their traditional African/Indian/Arabic dress. I feel at home when I hear 5 different languages around me at parties. I love that I can talk to them all in English because they took the time to learn my language

I can’t help but think that if my Greek, Arab and African friends back home had totally assimilated, I would have missed out on so much. They would have been like everyone else and that would have been so boring.

Yes, I do agree with you seawitch. My response to the poem is simple. Stop trying and just be. Whatever good your adopted country has to offer you will wash on you in due time. Don’t try just be.

Yes, nice comments Seawitch. The poem is right on the mark.

dd,
I come in here frequently for updates on humanitarian issues. Sea witch left very interesting and accurate observations about “the immigrant” poem, discerning some of the emotions that made me write it. Don’t let your voice be still, diva, and thank you for trying to make the world a better place.