For second-generation immigrants, “home” is an encompassing term. It means the country of their parents’ birth and also this land in which they grew up. It can also be just a distant memory lodged deep in their hearts. Because the term’s meaning is so ambiguous, others might jump to the conclusion that they have lost their identity. But in reality home is where the heart is.
But in recognizing how vast the world is, the creativity of this generation burns even brighter. They speak through their artistic creations and claim the right to tell their own stories. They also remind us that borders are strange things that can only separate and never connect, thereby dividing the world into separate parts.
So what does it mean to be a second-generation immigrant? That really is the question that this generation seeks to answer. They want only to look honestly at themselves and make their presence known. As for the question “Who am I?” they don’t need anyone to provide an answer. They are content to let their artistic creations speak for them.