Halloween
poetry

We are like the chapel
and America is the church
we are housed in
We identify as Christian immigrants
Our children left as the commons
shared between our immigrant traditions
and the multicultural American traditions
Our children swim within these labels
biting on the culture that feeds them
Halloween begins all saints day
Halloween remembers the dead
Halloween is a fishing rod
with candy and costume
as bait
The church is quiet on Halloween
as if its a secret meeting for saints
suggesting stronger pillars for the
church and its place in society
On what ground do parents
plant their children
In denial of costume and candy?
What is a stronger bait for
children stuck in a melting pot
of choice and freedom?
Was Halloween really a pagan holiday?
What’s more real FOMO or the purge?
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Thanks for reading!!!
Authors note: My poems love conflicts. I write through different identities and my poems are born where these identities collide.
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