First Impressions
We prepare long and hard
Sweating and in pain
We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff
I hear no language that I know
And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity
We arrive to our new home
After a bumpy ride
In a run-down, old, moldy bus
The smells are nauseating
The land is poverty stricken
The bags of busted trash are strown everywhere
Staring eyes follow every move that we make
They touch our hair
Feel our odd colored skin
Throw their native tounge at us questioning our appearance
The relentless determination to make a difference in one life constantly chases me
As empty eyes are locked onto mine the reality emerges
A First Impression lasts forever
My next move could permanently change a life
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