I reside in two places

Sometimes, I find myself in my hometown,

growing up with other kids,

trying to fight stigmas

I always believed I am here to change. 

Other times, I am in my new home, striving to create a new life

I forget I have to change

different things in this new place

I can let myself have some things

but others, I have to fight for

Growing up, I had to fight

for being a woman,

fight for other women

Suddenly I am in this chaos

where I have to fight for being colored

and speaking with an accent

Where did these boundaries come from?

Not sure if I am trying to find my place

Or a war just found me,

demanding attention

It is hard to get away from it

I am the same person

doing the same things I would

back home

Same old habits

Same old me

But now the home has multiple definitions

I am free in both places

It just took me a while

To find my place here

To find me again

Who was lost among the boundaries

that separate us based on our color, accents, and roots

My roots have grown me

into the person I am

My leaves have been searching for air 

it is fed

When I am sought after 

for the person I am

Rather than the differences

Blending into one giant tree

Satiated and contended