The poem starts with no capitalization. It shows a lack of confidence and the struggle of language, which are usually the two challenges new comers face when they come to America. This poem depicts a mix identity: a woman who migrates to the America. America “has no pure product” because people here are all like her, coming from different parts of the world.
because I have nursed my son at my breast
because he is a strong American boy
because I have seen his eyes redden when he is asked who he is
because he answers I don’t know
This part really strikes me when I am reading the poem. The son says that he doesn’t know who he is. I think this is a problem among all the immigrants: people’s identities start to fade because of the multicultural background of each individual. I once read an article about the life of a Chinese immigrant in the United States, and she said that when she went back to China, She felt like a foreigner, and when she finally got back to the United States, she again felt like a foreigner. It is hard to find a place where you truly belong. However, America is the only place on earth that emerges everyone all over the world in its generous heart, and with people from different background, we all together build a thriving world.
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