The soil is dark, the grass is brown, the oxygen is scavenged by unpleasant smells.

It is an ordinary day to us, these poor liberals.

A small square shaped device speaks, and I surrender,

It transfers hope, and my mind blooms.

It blooms sharply, mercifully and beg fully.

So, I gather all my thoughts and move,

With my soul and spirit, darkness Is removed.


But through my arrival, regret surfaces my heart.

My high expectations become stranded and fall with my tears.

My smile fades and similarly to my heart,

My clothing ruptures, and its groaning sound reminds me of my frequent abdomen sound,

Which sings normally to us, but differently to those with dissimilar choices.

I am an immigrant,

And my life has changed.