Two Poems
History
He asked for my introduction.
I wrote it in a hundred words.
He didn't like it.
He altered my bio.
I refused to accept.
He took me down.
That's how our history was written.
America Held My Hand
Once exited from the mother's womb,
is it possible to return to it?
Once departed from the homeland,
is it possible to go back again?
Everyone remained silent,
coping with the answers,
America held my hand.