January 1987,
Stepped into a world that is very different
Lights at night, cars, and skyscrapers
Scare of giants, they try to eat you
In the eyes of an immigrant
Everything is unclear
Only belief…
Is from the rumors we hear
A sense of fear shakes even the bold
Scary tales of America were once told
Standing outside the airplane
Now faced with
Many faces
All staring…
Looking….
Sky eyes
Snow skin
Shadow people
Burnt hair
Pierced
Fierce
All unique and different
Friends or foes?
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