Far From Home
Here I am, in a new place
I may as well be in outer space
So far from home, nothing feels right
I feel like crying most every night
The sugar here is not sweet enough
What they call silk feels far too rough
The air is too dry and hurts my skin
Petite-sized clothes here are not for the thin
Although most people here don’t eat enough meat
They don’t seem to know how to not overeat
Finding health care is a terrible mess
And where they try to examine you’ll never guess
They say that here everyone is free to speak
But only one side is heard—and it’s never the weak
The land that welcomes all colors and races
Yet still makes them feel they’re not wanted in places
But despite all of this, I try to make do
For where my heart lives, so I must too
Some day perhaps I will feel comfortable here
Until then I’ll make plans to visit home this year
Geiza and Joel Shulkin
