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