Immigrant's Kid

My surroundings are not yours
My everyday mind is mine
The shoes I wear are only my size
And no one else can make them fit

You do not see what I see
The feelings I feel in my heart
You see me before you
But do you really know the person in front of you

The weight I bear everyday
Which not many people really know
Yet once they know they think they can help
It's touching however not entirely possible

Have you lived where the oven caught on fire
The windows held with tight rope from falling
Did you ever count how many toilets your folks cleaned
To put clothes on you so you won't be bareskin

Have you ever received a look of disgust
Because your native tongue is not the same
Did you ever go into a classroom not understanding what is said to you
And hear snickering behind your back
Unfortunately not knowing why the laughter

Or really trying to survive on foreign soil
Starting with some money from homeland
Hoping to make ends meet
While barely making minimum wage at the bakery store

I wish that was the end of it
But that's not nearly all
Everyday or quite often it's a struggle
To not plummet downhill

What you see before your eyes is not much
It doesn't reveal what's really going on
All you see is the house and picketed white fence
And clothes on the back

If only could be seen
All the sweat,blood,and tears
What really lurks in the shadows
Of an immigrant's kid

Reviews

[TheLastEclipse]

Enlightening and a perfect feel for how frightening it can be. You put things in perspective and i enjoy that. your execution is superb. Quite enjoyable write.

[anne]

Wow...its too touching and I can feel all mentioned...good job... :))

[Sasha]

Wow!
This is one amazing writing !
Loved it !

[Sophy Freebirds]

Ohh wow!! This is too touching.. to be left out is really a pathetic feeling. The last lines create an atmosphere of darkness. The questions asked just increase the emphasisi of your poem. Keep writing :)

~Sophy

[Matching Socks]

It's a tough thing.
I didn't speak English when I started school in Canada...
My parents struggled and times were tough. Good write...
I can relate for sure.

[Ashira Macy]

Wow this one was powerful Lyana. You would think that with the fact that our country is basically only made up of immigrants we would have realized how to make it easier on people by now. Years and years of discrimination still has not stopped people from scoffing at those who are different from them. It is just awful, and I am sorry you have gone through all of that. But you know we love and support you!

[Lyan]

Thank you Ashira! Hearts:]

[Wandering Minstrel]

this is an excellent piece in perfect form

[Lyan]

Thank you:)

[Jackson H. Harley]

Great work, powerful and full of emotion, and a lot of brilliant lines, the feelings of struggling (is that a word?) and urgency are made quite clear, awesome piece :)

[Lyan]

Thank you Jackson:) yuppers struggling is a word lol:p

[Jackson H. Harley]

Your welcome :) good :o