Fun culture shock moments from first semester...
I’m afraid!
I’m scared I will end up like them,
And yet as the words come out of my mouth
I realize it’s already begun.
When judging the judgmental, I judge myself.
Was I always just wearing the blinders of superciliousness?
I thought I knew the answers.
Me and my fresh ‘foreign’ perspective.
Like a raisin plopped in the middle of a bowl of white rice.
I was to teach them their own insignificance,
A speck of change in their sinister homogeneity.
But who am I to show them the things of which they are deficient.
They already have everything
And I …
I am only a dried up grape.
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