Dear non-native,

I'm a village girl

Surrounded by fried bread, cutting fish and alcohol

Family of a million, I don't know who you are

But it's okay, you're my cousin

I'm a village girl

Surrounded by two little brothers, books, and daily dishes

Home for only three months in a year, I don't want to grow up

But it's okay, I'll meet new people

I'm a village girl

My dad's in jail, and so is my mom, but she isn't

From growing up too fast and caring for my brothers

But it's okay, I'm still happy

Please don't stamp these experiences on me

But see me from the view of how I react

I'm still happy, but sometimes I cry

But it's okay, I know life moves on

I want people to know I'll always smile

Bad things will come, but good things too

I'm a village girl

Surrounded by experiences a young shouldn't feel

Wonders by a million, I don't know where

But it's okay, I love where I am