Immigrant-shame-free

I used to feel less,

less of a person,

as if I occupied too much space.

Worse still,

that I didn't belong,

because of where I came from,

my pedigree.

Today, 

when someone suggested,

maybe, a white person I love might think less of me,

when he sees where it all began;

I replied,

I didn't choose where I get to start,

But,

I chose him cause I believed,

he would love me for who I am,

and how far I've come,

regardless of where it all began.

And,

in that moment- I realized,

something in me had finally shifted;

I had finally let go,

let go of the shame,

that shame I had carried,

for all these years,

for merely being born on the wrong / another side of the ocean.