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I Carry You in my Heart

Danielle D’Antuono

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart.

Trying to speak my broken Tagalog.

Only broken because you made my mom

Hate her culture.

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

Because I pay for your fragility

As I correct your mistakes.

Isn’t that your responsibility?

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

When you ask me if I’m adopted

Since I don’t look like them.

I don’t look like anyone.

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

When you ask me where I’m from,

Assuming it’s not from here,

But rather another country

Because that’s what you really mean,

Right?

 

To You,

I’m not from here

Because my skin isn’t snow white

Nor are my features light.

I can never be just right.

I don’t know why.

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

Because, to You,

I’m not American.

I’m the enemy.

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

Because, to You,

I’m foreign.

Almost like I’m from another planet

As I eat my gross food,

That’s what you call it,

Right?

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

Because your cultural appropriation

Is just a manifestation

Of your ignorance.

 

I carry you on my shoulders,

Not in my heart

Since, to You,

It’s just a joke.

 

I carry you in my heart,

Not on my shoulders

As you ask me about my culture.

You’re the first to be invested.

 

I carry you in my heart,

Not on my shoulders

As we dance in Lola’s kitchen

Singing karaoke.

 

I carry you in my heart,

Not on my shoulders

With the promise that life here would be better.

It turned out to be worse.

 

I carry you in my heart,

Not on my shoulders

Imagining how life could be,

While You only want to flee.

 

I carry you in my heart,

Not on my shoulders

Because I’ve been to the field and back.

It’s better out there.

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