It was a culture shock to me.
A mouse you can’t be.
For they will eat you like a feast.
The first night at work scene,
A man with helmet came in,
Pretend to have a gun,
Robbed the money in front of me.
As times goes by,
Some came in.
You are nothing in your own country
You are a child of a prostitute,
and perhaps here you must be .
Written By: Jeann
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