I am an Eqyptian-American, I love to swim, and I love to write poetry 

 I live in a foreign small town, nobody here looks like me 

I wonder what my classmates will think of my lunch of a kofta sandwich 

I hear english and nothing else 

I see white girls with blonde hair 

I want to fit in 

I am an Eqyptian-American, I love to swim, and I love to write poetry 

 

 I question if I should be here 

I feel alone surrounded by people

I taste my kofta with resent lingering 

I worry no one will see me 

I excel in writing poetry from my soul 

I understand Mrs. Haugen is trying to help me 

I am an Eqyptian-American, I love to swim, and I love to write poetry 

 

I say with pride “This is my quilt that my Teita in Egypt made” 

I believe I am starting to be seen 

I dream of home, Tieta, and what used to be

I try to remain brave and proud 

 I hope this quilt will help 

I was once alone

But now I am seen 

I am an Eqyptian-American, I love to swim, and I love to write poetry