For one so full of sorrow and war- <br />I think I should have been born in Russia during <br />a dynasty of tyranny that brought to it’s people a great depression. <br />It would make more sense because then I could explain why I feel so cold, most of the time- <br />I would say: ' the weather of my native country is a bloom which has roots embedded in my heart' <br />And I would have an excuse for being poor, <br />and at school none of the children would of made fun of my raggedy clothes and sole-less shoes. <br />It would be as easy as: 'it is her country’s custom to look so tawdry' <br />And all the trouble at home could have been blamed on the crisis in my homeland- <br />my critics would have compassion when they say: <br />'she comes from a broken home and even worse, she was orphaned before she was an adult' <br />But no, I can’t blame any of my tragedies on the fact that I’m a foreigner in a strange land. <br />Although sometimes I must admit, I feel like an alien because when I speak I must have a heavy accent since even though I was born and raised in America, no one seems to ever understand me.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anna-2/
