She was from Poland,
My great grandmother was.
An immigrant.
She arrived, at the bottom of a ship,
She could not read or write in English.
My grandmother described her as intelligent,
A well dressed and strong-willed woman.
As a young child, I did not know the word discrimination or prejudice.
But as I grew in this broken world, those words felt too familiar and left residue.
I often wonder now,
What would she make of what has become of this land?
