I am still adjusting to this new life. 

I wonder why bad things happen.

I hear of more and more Chiraq causalities daily.

I see the city as one large time bomb. 

I want to live my life to the fullest while I can.

I am still adjusting to this new life.

 

I pretend that I’m back where I belong. 

I feel homesick. 

I touch the keypad of my cell phone, communicating with everyone in my past. 

I worry my old life will leave me behind. 

I cry out for everyone that I used to be close with, but I’m now so far away from. 

I am still adjusting to this new life. 

 

I understand that this change is necessary. 

I say that I will be okay.

I dream that soon, I’ll be right back home. 

I try to survive until then. 

I hope that I won’t be left behind. 

I am still adjusting to this new life.