Here.
I could never split myself in two.
Two is not a perfect number.
Where do you come from?
In my mind, when I am the most tired and sad,
I tell myself
I want to go home
Because that’s where I come from.
Out in California, they know what I am.
In the Deep South, they ask, what am I?
I’ve been told that where I’m from, is supposed
to be a place.
But
I think it’s supposed to be a state, a state of being.
Who I am today will be where I’m from tomorrow.
In Georgia, people ask, “What are you?”
In California, people ask: “Where are you from?”
They know what I am, they just don’t know how I got here.
So
Here I am.
Created by: Esther Lu
About the Author: Esther has led and participated in grassroots community learning projects in: Taiwan, Japan, Thailand , Myanmar and Laos. She has moved over fifteen times in her life, including five cities across California and two rural towns in the Deep South of Georgia. She has since surrendered this nomadic life and has planted some roots in the South Bay (Northern California).
