Host of the City
A poem written by Issa Hussein
There was a snow rise
Spilled over like rice
In fact, I kept close a jacket of my size
For sure, I felt warmer then became so nice
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
By the moment that was taking place
When I arrived in CA place
Everything thing to me was in a race
I was thinking easy easy, green grace
But no no, it was not like that, keep a viewing pace
I started making friends who had bless
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
I kept the ways I had from
I didn’t want be in problem
Despite what I saw sad and alone
I was about to blame myself
I said hey come on
Although remaining jammed with stress
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
But I stuck with the advice of dad then,
to live with anyone in way of straight
In order to dodge being the sorrow target
“stay away” for me not to regret
All to fight against crime set
live peacefully not outside of the gate
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
I say because there was big challenge
to compare to my habit
Cause I wondered about the ways of people’s lives
How they differ from where I’m from like Iran
Both in image and style but I wait with weight while I learn, learn
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
With class I stood firm with hope
which helped me to survive daily
So I was ready
Sure to cope
To go up with my focus mainly
Exacting those gave me good management of both my economy and mentality
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
I put myself in lockup, with things which would play with my mind
I decided to look far forward before, to maintain my future goals fine
That was welcome, welcome from Host of the city.
I am at end of write and read
To finish this poetry
Purpose to intend greeting, also to say bye kwaheri
Of course I would like thanking for anyone’s kindness in city of country
That was welcome welcome from Host of the city.