I left the country from where I was raised
Only to find out my whole life I was a slave.
I walked into a world, shiny and new
Where at first I did not know what to expect say or do.
It’s more beautiful than anyplace I have ever seen
But I still have old data and I am being rewired from the machine
For the place of plenty and riches is where my soul now runs
At times it can scare me when I realize what I had allowed myself to become.
But the waters are clear and the rain is pure
I must look to the light and what it has in store
Battles once returning
are suddenly burning
For time helped me heal
From the vultures that were once aloud to steal
Change is scary but what’s more scary is not to change
Pieces of this culture are becoming less and less strange.
The old way of life in that far away land
that will never compare to the joy of having fear of no man
In this place I am learning how to finally stand,
In this place I build my house on a solid rock instead of sand.
New world contest