HAJAR IN AMERICA We came over together I spoke no English He had a mission: grad school, then it’s back to save the masses Here I am now with the baby on my hip, alone in Newark, on foot, looking for milk at the all-night Exxon I hear he’s marrying her, the teaching assistant with the frosted hai
We came over together
I spoke no English
He had a mission: grad school, then it’s back to save the masses
Here I am now with the baby on my hip,
alone in Newark, on foot, looking for milk at the all-night Exxon
I hear he’s marrying her,
the teaching assistant with the frosted hair
I have to learn how to drive.
No I’m not bald No I’m not from that country where women can’t drive cars No I would not like to defect. Thank you, I’m already American What else would you like me to explain relevant to my opening a bank account, buying insurance, reserving a seat on a flight? Yes, I speak English Yes I’m legal Yes I carry explosives They’re called words and if you don’t get up off your assumptions, They’re going to blow you away
