Different
I was only 10 years old
and with the promise of disneyland
I had no reservations about the USA
After all this all seemed so bland
We got on a plane from Colombia
Only i didnt know America would be my new home
We soon arrived in Missouri
before reciding in Saint Louis we sure roamed
My brother and I soon started school
we were different and everyone knew
Spanish is what we spoke and kids were very cruel
English was hard and kids laughing was worse
My brother and I came home crying everyday for a month
Mom would cry as well, she went from a very prostegious job
to a dishwasher at a restaurant, life was hard but we stuck by
Not too much time passed until my mother met my stepdad Rob
Life started to look up soon after that
My brother mom and I learned english
well enough to get by
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