I live in a world of unusual behavior.
Where chickens roam the streets followed closely by their young.
In this world I am unable to blend into the background, I can not solely observe this active life.

Yet there is no choice to be made, I am forced onto center stage.
With light blinding my view, my correctly spoken lines are muttled by a foreign tone.
I do not belong here with my olive skin, green eyes, and auburn waves encasing my back.
From my sandled feet to the bright array of thrift store dresses-- they can label me at first sight-- from a distance.
Some adore me in ways lacking purity
They long to find a dark alley for intimate interaction-- falsely labeled.
Others refuse to meet my eyes, act as those I am invisible, and behave as though I lack essential needs.

This is my frustration-- not this country.
As my heart falls and rises with each passing day.
I seek renewal along with life --- in this pursuit to find my place.