There are seven of us, and
how “fortunate” of me to be
the only native to this land.
Victor, Luna, and Paola bring their Latin America flavor.
Ita and Judith arrived from Jamaica decades ago.
Boony has yet to reveal her Asian country of origin.
Amid the heavy accents and language barriers,
cussing about certain tasks that haven’t gotten done,
fussing over how other tasks have been handled,
big laughs over simple mistakes,
and small chats about anything else,
the seven of us recognize our shared predicament,
surviving in a country that sold us
the idea of opportunity.
Land of the free?
Yes… no… maybe so.
Home of the brave?
No doubt in my mind.