Away. Mbali. 떨어져.

Away. 

I have come away. 

Away. 

Far from Africa.
Far from home. 

Away. 

The miles and miles of ocean separate. 

Separate me from it. 

I close my eyes. 

I see. 

The hills. 

The skies. 

The freedom. 

I see the billowing clouds. 

I see the bending grasses. 

I see the sun high in the sky. 

I see the red dirt roads.

I see the blazing sunsets. 

I see the dense forests.

I open my heart. 

With pieces missing.

Faces. 

Dear, dear faces. 

Infants and wrinkles. 

Silly grins and teary eyes. 

Away. 

I was taken away. 

Family was lost. 

Relationships stretched across that ocean.

Away. 

I have come away. 

From all that is familiar. 

All that is dear. 

Away to America.
The land of plenty.

Seeing it all.
It hurts.

To think of the nothingness that home has.
And to see the vast abundance here.

Now I see it.
Stores.
Cars.
Food.
Excess.

Now I see the faces there.
The faces that can't imagine.

Even myself.
I cannot imagine wholly.

If family could see it.
Life here.
I would be ashamed.

Of what I did not share.
Of what I cannot share.

So away I am.
My worlds won't mesh.
I can't make them.
Though I try.

I have come away.

To a different life.