We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity  We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The smells are nauseating The land is poverty stricken The bags of busted trash are strown everywhere  Staring eyes follow every move that we make They touch our hair Feel our odd colored skin Throw their native tounge at us questioning our appearance  The relentless determination to make a difference in one life constantly chases me  As empty eyes are locked onto mine the reality emerges A First Impression lasts forever My next move could permanently change a life