That feeling.
When you hear your language
By your people
You’re not home just yet
But how they speak
Place you at ease
Gesture, walk, gait
You’ve seen that before
Accent, faces, faith
Hair, fashion, and more

Food on your plate
Doesn’t taste that great
But it feels like heaven
Because for a few minutes
I see the trees I grew up with
Scorching sun, humid heat
Frogs and snails
Guava fields
Lush green, blue sea
Pineapple tops
Thunder and rain
I ate that food
And had so much to gain



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