We, Too, Have A Home. Poem by Omma Boakye

We are only here because
We heard your bread is better
Your butter is softer
And your milk is creamier

We have a home too
What we have left behind;
is far greater than what we can attain here
Yet we have come
To take home with us
A share of your bread, your butter, your milk

We, also, miss our grandmother's soup
Our tales as told to us indigenously
The last swipe of our empty plates
The faces of fellow brothers

We are not here to mar what is yours
We are only here
To have a share
Of your bread, your butter, your milk