When I go home
Or speak by phone
With friends whom I hold dear
I've moved away, but still feel near
To those who've stayed behind.
When I'm away
It's a brand new way
Of thinking of my life
I'm distanced from the struggle and strife
Of immigrant ways, I find.
Privilege--white, Ivy League
A degree with such prestige
Though, "Does it actually help career?"
--a thought that gives me fear.
Community--
Such rarity
It's time
To live my prime!
But consciously,
And naggingly,
My roots
These dreams shake loose.
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