A Mouse You Can’t Be

Summer

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.

Yelling:

You are nothing in your own country

You are a child of a prostitute,

and perhaps here you must be .

Written By: Jeann

All images Copyright © 2015 Jeann MacPherson; All rights Reserved.

 

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