March 31, 2017
By apk1019 BRONZE, Smithtown, New York
apk1019 BRONZE, Smithtown, New York
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The world around me
Was so welcoming.

I traveled from there
To here,
And now I am stuck
On my trip.

I look out the tiny window
To see the scared faces of my children.
They have each other
To hold tight.

I arrived welcomed
And became deceived.
I rally.
I protest.

I was unaware
The shade of my skin
Or the God with whom I spoke
Would be so debilitating. 

“The streets are paved with gold,”
They said.
But now
The lady’s flame is extinguished.

Back home I go
To be alone once again.

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