I think of my home I cry copiously in sadness
Back home I lived in a comfortable nest without cries,
Except, cries of joy and happiness
No flock saw me as a foreigner, I was treated like a princess
Where I am now, it seems like I am an alien
Yes I may be slightly darker, but so is my praised neighbor Reglan.
Or is it my accent, but except for in class and my two friends,
I have rarely spoken to anyone
I tried my best to fit in and befriend my peers,
But many looked north and kept walking
It’s hard to accept this condition, but I thank God for this days
And pray Him to bless my one study friend, Precious and my mother, Gracious.