A Stranger Poem by Temajung michael tanjang

In my new home I sat in for ages
everything strange save my shoes without laces,
to this area I came cus I had an obligation
which was nothing more than my education
I never felt at home
because i knew I was all alone.

Joining a horde I couldn’t bring myself to giggle
feeling so strange nobody saw my dimple
I felt all eyes on me
from my head to my knee
everywhere I went, all was stare
so home I went afraid to be caught in the snare.

On my way to my cabin
I passed some children who were nagging,
pointing at me, one shouted to the others
“behold! here comes a stranger”
“stranger with a long nose” they chanted
and threw stones at me as I ran

A stranger indeed I were
oh! oh! how sad is it to be away from home