Different.
who knew one word could radiate so much negativity
like being split between two worlds, never good enough for either
alienated by her food, her clothing, her language
they didn’t even let her be ‘normal’; they barely respected her
“status, status, status.”— the word mocked her everytime she heard it
she would never be like them
the anxiety was a monstrous shadow lurking around her room
she was trapped on a cliff inside her own brain
will she face the beast or jump?
tik tok, tik tok, tik tok— interrupts her state of horrors
opening her eyes up to a blinking 3:00 am, the cycle continued
the bags under her eyes grew like her fears
if she barely got enough sleep, how was she meant to dream the American Dream?
in reality she is the bridge between both countries she calls her home
despite living in terror of being snatched away from her childhood,
she smiles
in the world that overlooked her determination, passion and strength
she shows them something her status does not determine: her success
this time you could hear her scream with pride,
she was Different.
The Hidden Dream 