Poem Emulation

I to will come to america
 
Covered all around in darkness
They say to me, In starvation
In destruction
I just hope
And seek for nourishment
To find strength
 
Tomorrow, a new day
I will be in america
New people to meet
No one will come up to me
Or Talk to me at all
With great disappointment, I see disgusted faces
Ones that stare at me all day
 
After all
They will be ashamed
To see the beauty beneath the covers
 
To find an american
by Alondra Luis