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.

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March 17, 2017 2:02 am

I really liked your poem I also hated moving when i was at a young age because everything was different.

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