On the Shoulders of Immigrants

My father raised me.

Nourished me with empathy,
passed down love and fight. 

Granted permissions
to cast heart into the world
and always share joy. 

Always backed my fights, 
grounded in compassion and
the blaze of my fire.

Groomed a warrior,
trained me in weaponry like 
the strength of women. 

And for that, for that, 
my wishbone, jawbone, backbone
have been fortified.