I am an immigrant.
Left my family, loved ones, country behind in tears
In the search of a promising future.
Like birds migrating
To a better environment.
Only difference is
I might be gone for good
I might leave my past behind
And all that was beloved
In the sticky situation
That I managed to escape.

I am an immigrant.
Fled away from my country in tears.
Not knowing whether or not
My family had made it out
Of the grasp of the Devil’s palm with me.
Not knowing where to go,
What I would do,
And how I would survive.
Just the illusion of a better place
Where religion, culture, and nationality did not matter.

I am an immigrant
Who arrived on a host country
Full of hope and joy.
An immigrant that knows
It was all for the best
That they left for a new future.
An immigrant that hoped
That they could
Share the better future
With the rest of their family soon.


I am an immigrant
Who had no clue
Where I had escaped to.
An immigrant with a struggled past.
An immigrant who was not able to communicate
With the citizens of this mysterious country.
An immigrant that saw a dull, grey future.
Where I would be lost,
Spinning in a helpless circle for years.