I was always seen to be different
Growing up, it was like I was stuck in another realm
From a young age, I had to teach myself
But not only myself, my parents too
It was like everyone was depending on me
And to my parents, this was all new
You see, here's my story..
My parents were immigrants who left their homes
For a better opportunity
Now it's like I'm apart of this disheartened community
Of distress and despair
Wishing someone could take my hand
Cross the bridge
And take me there
Everything that I have taught myself
No matter what lessons I learned
And how I managed past
At the end of the day,
I still had to sit there
And teach them how to teach me
So they wouldn't be outcasts
Being a child of an immigrant
Or even one yourself
Is more of teaching your own through life
And that was something
Nobody had signed up for