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A Part of Me

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I am a part of my father

I am a part of my mother

I am a part of all of my family who loves me like no other

I am a part of this country and of its history

And I am apart of the people who will forever remain a mystery

I am a part of the customs passed down for generations that ended just as I started my

American Education

I am a part of those family members that I will never get to meet, and I am a part of all those

places that I was forced to greet

I am a part of those seven schools that, as a child, I had to attend

And I am a part of all of those friendships that I was then forced to suspend

I am a part of all the decisions that have come to affect my life, whether I made them or not,

whether in joy or strife

I am a part of the hopes and the dreams of my distant ancestors, which they were forced to

abandon, forced to sequester

I am a part of the streets on which my grandmother has lived and I am a part of each meal that

she has been so generous to give

I am a part of the music that I have so desperately clung onto in an effort to fill the void of the

culture that I never knew

I am a part of all the memories that I decided to save, whether formed in a photograph, or in an

audio wave

I am apart of a lot more than I ever give myself credit for

I am a part of all of these moments, as they are a part of me