Life of Immigrant
When I came to the United State,
I miss my own house,
I miss my childhood,
I miss my old friends,
Meet with new people,
Who i don’t know?
Isn’t it hard?
Some people says life is not fair,
So, you have to compromise everything,
Because you have to make your career better,
Isn’t it hard?
going to school,
Trying to speak,
In different language,
Isn’t it hard?
So, the day I came to United State
I felt like I have a new life,
I was feeling like newborn baby,
Because I have to adopt a new environment
And this the life of an immigrant.
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