An Exchange Student's View on Six O'clock Mornings

  I wear the hours

of each day under

     both eyes.

A body's natural way of 

   saying

       it is hard,

but I am trying. 

And I will wear them without shame,

or embarrassment.

A student's way of saying

    It will be worth it, in everyway.

Exhaustion, confusion, and headaches: having a new life

 for almost next to nothing..

  Any conversation now, is a lesson in language

that is strange to the taste.

Each morning I wake up ready. 

I want to devour everything the day dares sends my way.

Tired or not,

I have an excitement for the world

that makes saying

   guten Morgen,

easier. 

Six o'clock

and 

class

begins.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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