I Am...

I am still adjusting to this new life. 
I wonder why bad things happen.
I hear of more and more Chiraq causalities daily.
I see the city as one large time bomb. 
I want to live my life to the fullest while I can.
I am still adjusting to this new life.
 
I pretend that I’m back where I belong. 
I feel homesick. 
I touch the keypad of my cell phone, communicating with everyone in my past. 
I worry my old life will leave me behind. 
I cry out for everyone that I used to be close with, but I’m now so far away from. 
I am still adjusting to this new life. 
 
I understand that this change is necessary. 
I say that I will be okay.
I dream that soon, I’ll be right back home. 
I try to survive until then. 
I hope that I won’t be left behind. 
I am still adjusting to this new life.
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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