Fresh off the boat

We’relike fish thrown out of the wateronto distant indifferent sands,sticking out with our awkward wardrobeand an accent no one understands.We’re a nuisance; we’re wretched outsiders,and, if lucky, a charity casefor some well-meaning rich volunteer:pitying smile on his affable face. Days – a blur, nights - lost in oblivion.Hope that life will not break us apart.No escape – only gnawing misgivings,muted pain and defiant façade.