She looks around
Confused
And feeling alone

How do they expect her
To call this home?

The dust rises up
Little specks
Around it flies

It almost seems evil
Like the devil in disguise

The dry air surrounds
Creating an obscurity

But nobody helps her out
For she is only a minority

Grasping for a breath
She falls to the ground

“You’ll get used to it”
He says
But she doesn’t hear a sound

She gets up and looks around
Confused
And feeling alone

How do they expect her
To call this home?