A Stranger In a Strange Land
Where I walked the mile before
No longer resembles the same soil
Change I know is an inevitability
But I feel a sudden variety
English is what I speak
But the people that I pass speak meek
Meekly Russian, Indian, Pakistan and Chinese
Not English so what am I to do?
The place I grow up in I can’t speak to
I could rush out and gather a book for Russian
Or one for Chinese to
Gosh I’m dizzy
I’m afraid I couldn’t possibly address so many tongues
Now I am feeling like a stranger in a strange land
I guess I’ll just smile
And not speak
And they’ll feel right at home
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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