One Day...Soon

She leaped from the dirt covered alleys

To the asphalt paved roadways

Leaving behind her

A distant memory of poverty

And entering

A world of opportunity 

It was a long and grueling 8 years 

To get to this land

Of democracy and freedom

How she would repay her brother

For filling out endless forms

She knew not

She breathed in

The unfamiliar crisp American air

And closed her eyes

She dreamt of all the things

she could accoplish here

That she could not

in her home country

But as she began

to open her eyes

She saw in front of her

Not skyscraper buildings

And arching M's

But the dinky little shack

She had lived her whole life

America did not lay before her

Nor would it ever


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