Vulnerability: Confusion of a Refugee by Frances Smith

Waking in a new Land
My clothes are different
Their clothes are different
My words are alien
Their words intangible
I am lost, abandoned
I  know not which way to turn
I know not whom to ask
I know not how to ask
So I stay the same
Turn into myself with prayer
Wanting to know
The right way to go.

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