Near the end of the poem, I describe myself as a bridge. Many of us had to assume that role at some point; therefore, I want you to write about a time in which you served as a link between two ideas/concepts/people/moments. Maybe you were a translator in the literal, cultural, or generational sense. Describe how you had to navigate the meeting, appointment, transaction. Or, perhaps you will explore a coming of age theme that links your old and new self—growing out of something and transforming into something/someone new. It could also focus on something more abstract (like a moment or an idea).

Explore your two worlds through words. Jump in and out of the cultures/ideas/perspectives. Was it a burden, honor, privilege? How did it shape you?