The Burdens of an Immigrant Soul

The immigrant soul bears so many burdens. Many times the future looks bleak.
But he has to keep his head up, if only to beat the odds.
The curious stares, the weird looks, the strange reception.
The hurting comments of some that cut to the core
For the simple fact of where he was born.
He speaks with a strange accent, some words are alien even to his tongue.
Fitting in is the struggle; Acceptance the hope of his fiery spirit.
Success is the desire of his heart, but often, so much is against him.
All of a sudden the struggles of the poor village he hails from,
the lack of and hunger for a better life face him in a strange land.
The needs are the same, only no longer third world.
The need for a car, air conditioning, money in the pocket.....
These developed necessities for a soul uprooted from a simpler life.
But oh immigrant soul, I cry to you.
Don't let your burdens have you losing the love for life,
Don't hang yourself on that tree.... it breaks the heart of those that knew you, 
And those that relate to where you come from.
Don't give up oh immigrant spirit, it is after all one world that we live in.
Don't let the borders define you, let the ignorant think lesser of you; but not you dear brother!
The immigrant mind has dreams, higher than Mt. Kilimanjaro.
He has potential that even he doesn't recognize.
So much strength to draw from the Sun, Asis, Ngai, the Creator.
Nyasaye the Supreme hasn't deserted you. Like a lion he roars within you.
The immigrant soul lives his life behind in search of a better one.
Sometimes, he loses his way, and the bonds of the past fade away.
Sad as it may be oh immigrant soul, you can come back home
To the soil that bore you, to the people that bid you farewell and with open arms,
Still await your return.
Chukwu watches over you, kindred spirit. Do not lose hope in this dreary land.
While you seek the dream you came to find oh  immigrant spirit
Do not forget that Unkulunkulu loves you for who you are, no matter where you are.
You may be far from home, but the strength of your ancestors dwell within you.
You only have to stay strong, live strong, push strong.
Atum has not forgotten you oh immigrant soul,
Even in your asylum, He still is God and watches over you.
The burdens of an Immigrant Soul are many.....
How I wish it wasn't so.