Torn

She was only in high school
When her father decided to take them to Japan.
A trip with sheer coincidence, was it luck?
It was the beginning of WWII.
Bound in Japan, fighting against your own country.
Constantly wondering, “Whose side are we on?”
Was she really free?
My grandmother,
Torn between two worlds.
Many would consider her lucky,
Escaping from the internment camps
Which really was another name for prison.
So how lucky was she really?
Back home her people were in pain
Leaving her with a guilty feeling of betrayal.
Many of them discriminated
Just for being who they are.
But why should she care?
She was thousands of miles away
On the other side of the line
When she left,
She took everything with her.
Everything moved except her heart.
And here she was thousands of miles away
From the thing most valuable to her,
Her life, friends, and family.
So tell me,
How can she be lucky?
She was torn,
Torn apart from the things she loved
And the people closest to her heart.
So how can you say
That she was really free?
Because in reality,
She was alone.

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