I am Nescient. I am not just a name but a person too. I belong to someone and someone belongs to me. I am someoneýs daughter. I have a sister. I have a family. Family that I havenýt seen for decades. Family that I once used to know. Do I know them anymore? They tell me stories of how I used to be I listen, as if for the very first time, Wondering who they are talking about. 720201920 is my social security number I have just become a number in the computer. Thatýs how government judges me. I am in a land thatýs not mine. I speak a language thatýs not mine. I eat food thatýs not mine. I breathe and live a life, thatýs not mine. I am in constant fearý.of being deported To MY land? But still I pray to stay here? I would rather stay here being illegal then go home BUT Everyday I say "Jai Nepal" And talk about how to improve homeland Being very patriotic? I have friends Not like the ones back home though Friends then never let me feel alone Over here, everyone is busy No one has time, even me? I have my own tradition, culture and religion That I made fun of As I try to fit in here And now I canýt fit in anywhere Cause I canýt let go of my past. I once knew nescient, but that isnýt me. In the mirror I see a complete stranger But yet I know her And that person isnýt me.