The billows dashed against the sky,

As if millions upon millions of swans,

Simultaneously flew.

I flew with them,

To build peace in my nest.

I was high above the air,

Above all the others.

I strove for excellence,

To prove my worth.

I strove for discipline,

To educate my mind.

I flew.

I have arrived,

In a stranger’s land.

I have cried,

For my mother land.

Pride is gone.

Comfort is lost.

Even a look,

Came with disgust.

I strangled,

In a tongue I did not know.

I struggled,

In the stack of books I borrowed.

For my future,

I will bite my tongue.

For those at home,

I will fly and warn.

Those who are ignorant,

Were my judges.

They cared less,

About my kind.

They did not know,

I was a success,

All they heard,

Was my accent.

With one stroke of their pens,

Hope.

With the other stroke,

Despair.

So, my friends,

Live your life.

But in the end,

I hope you see a smile,

Behind my foreign eyes.