You Don’t Understand

By Julietta Gramigni

What it’s like

To hold each pretty piece 

Of a family 

So fractured,

So scattered.

You don’t understand 

How far I

Became

From where my 

Parents and their parents

Were rooted.

You don’t understand 

This conflict, question,

Yearning

I’ll never know your words

Well enough,

Though, they were sung to me,

Guided me 

And brought me into 

A land that rings 

From somewhere

Inside and is somehow 

So deeply home

I break every time we

Say goodbye.

A poem about migration, family and the strange nature of identity.

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