Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, February 5, 2017

I am the immigrant-I am an American

Bury me in a pine box
breathless yet breathing.
I won't leave,
I won't go.
I rested my weary head
on her shoulders.
Her courage,
became my own.
I swam in her oceans,
I climb her hills and mountains.
I swore my loyalty,
my allegiance.
Her flag engraved across
my heart,
the stars and stripes my own.
I brimmed with emotion
and devotion.
Her outstretched arms
embraced me,
took me in.
She whispered words of inclusion,
she roared words of freedom
and love.
I am not a stranger,
this is my home.
I am an American,
I won't leave,
I won't go.


  1. One of your best, Ayala. Your words move my heart, especially her resting her weary head on her shoulders. I can feel the fatigue and relief of the weary refugee in search of home.

  2. Her dirt is my dirt. "I won't leave, I won't go."

    Your poem echoes the song in my heart.

  3. This is a beautiful poem singing the immigrants song.

  4. Reads like an anthem....lovely.

  5. Well said indeed, as all deserve to stay where it is home.

  6. Very heartfelt and moving poem. Thanks. k.

  7. A poem for our times! Those last few lines are the words of many in this day.....we all need to resist!

  8. Bravo! What can be said about this masterpiece? It speaks myriads.

  9. Powerful writing! An important piece!

  10. Thanks for writing this verse, Ayala. Timely tribute.