I paddled past Ellis Island
Past the statue of liberty, Batholdi’s legacy
With the torch of freedom staring me in the eye.
New Amsterdam awaited me
My trans-ocean journey, my migration
To a new America, a land like no other.
I was finally the wrapping around my heart
A land of my own right – one of boundless opportunities.
Of how I could finally cross my legs
Without crushing my own surplus;
The strange fruits in-between.