Ethnic Journey
I am the daughter from the land of the free,
Born in New England,
In the smallest state in the union, the Isle of Rhodes
A child surrounded by glorious rivers and blue oceans,
Warm taste of sea spray touch my lips,
From my parents I have the blood of the French,
Granddaughter of French immigrants,
I have the gift of English and French,
Je m'appelle Danielle
My ethnic identity is a journey

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ReplyDeleteI like the last line of your poem the best. Je m'appelle SBS. Enchante de faire ta connaissance. Merci pour les photos. Super!!
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