Endless, Human
by Melanie Mayo-Laasko

I am an immigrant,
standing barely afloat.
I am a transplant,
devoid of a homeland.
 
I am the mixed-up blood of
too many ancestors; tangled
genetically through
recombination.

I am transient; with
the breadth of a thousand
tongues within me.

Americana; I am native,
nomadic, black boats drawn
westward by the wails of
an endless human drama.

I am an immigrant.

Americana; it is you who
have forgotten my
name. It is I who have
forgotten the language
to remind
you.