I was a dream conceived on the waves of the Pacific, anchored ashore with Tofua

A hope seed planted under my Grandfather’s heel on stolen soil he dutifully traded his life for

I grew up under the shade of my Grandmother’s wisdom, so all encompassing I believed it was the sky

The sky was home to the light that guided, the warmth that nurtured, the rain that nourished

The sky was home to the stars that kept wishes, and the moon that knew me by name

And it never crossed my mind that your sky was not the same as mine

Until the day she left me here and I crumbled under the falling sky, but you were fine

Now I live under your sky, burned by the heat, drowned in the rain, with stars that can’t hear my wishes, and a moon I’ve never known

Under your sky I am first generation, but under mine - I was home.

Xx.