I was five.
Most children hate moving
and I was no exception.
I was five. I was scared,
of having to subject myself
to a new environment,
a new way of living, and a
new way of thinking. I was five.
When I had to move from the
homey, and familiar environment of
India, to the foreign land of America.
I was five. I had to learn a different language,
and try to understand the culture
just so I could fit in. Although I was
born here, I was raised in India, my
heart was in India, and my mentality
was Indian. I was five, when I started
making friends at school, garnering interest
in things such as Transformers and Yugioh.
I was five. I finally understood that
America was my home, and that I am
an American.
I was five.
Pavan,
I really liked your poem I also hated moving when i was at a young age because everything was different.