The day I left China,
My heart didn't make it.
It stayed where it belonged,
In a bowl of white rice,
And left my lungs dented.
Each step I took away from home
I left a grain of rice behind
Hoping that one day.
One day,
I would follow this trail back home.
And the I willed my mind to let go,
And coated it with feathers,
Shaped into freedom's wings
So I would fly.
Fly and follow that trail I left behind,
And with each bite of those sweet grains of rice,
I'd know.
Know that I was closer to my home,
My heart.
Annie Ning
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