I have come to this world thinking I'll live a luxurious life and everything is fantasy.  

Thinking life would be easy because of America is as bold as if it holds millions of gold.

As my family would say dollar making it seem as if money comes from a tree,

I guess my fanatical thoughts isn't reality.

As me and my family board on the airplane, my eyes became so blind of the world I see around me. 

Then after, 

I was told I didn't belong here, 

I was told I didn't have my paper so I should carry  along, 

I was told I need to go back to where I came from, 

All I wanted from this life is freedom and opportunities,

they don't wanna see me winning, they smiled every time I was falling because that's how life was meant to be.  

Their minds are full of hate, living life in rewind 

Their's pain thats felt within the soul,

As the tear fell down my face, ran down my cheeks, then poured like rain.

"America the so-called freedom of Immigrants’’.

What I experienced yesterday, is not who I am today. 

And I will not be ashamed because everything in life happens for a reason. 

By, Hawa Camara