I came to America
I felt scared, afraid, odd
and sad.
I wanted to go back to my home!
I couldn’t speak English well.
I didn’t have any friends
At first….
I always missed my friends back in my home country
and my life there.
But I thought again and again
Now I am in America
So I think I have to improve
My English and make more friends.
But it is not easy for me.
I’m not good at English.
And many friends ignored me.
I was angry and sad.
I really missed my home country.
I wished that someone took me back.
I thought this is not the place where I should be.
I cried, cried, cried.
But after having a hard time I met good friends.
They told me
I don’t think Asians are different.
This touched my heart.
I cried, cried, cried.
The reason for the tears changed.
Now, I have friends, good friends.
Every day is happy.
Thank you so much, with --Hyoeun Kang
This is a very nice poem.
ReplyDeleteHyoeun Kang, a beautiful poem, I am impressed with your Engish abilities. I am, an old Aerican teacher and can not write poetry like yours. I think your story is true of any students at Rock Bridge High School. It is fun to learn about everyone's cultures.
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