I was a lonely child with little hope. I can't speak my native language well. I was a loser of this society. I am pressured by those around me. I am a nobody. I am without wealth nor power. Than One day came when I was enlightened. The chance of moving to North America The chance to have a dream. North America is the land of riches. The land of freedom and justice for all people. Whether or not you are black, white or mixed colour. I work hard seen the day I moved to North America. I have got a good education. I have got a good job. I have got friends. I am no longer a poor soul in the world. I am fulfill and content. I am a rich north american citizen.
Reason for writing:
To tell people how North America is really like
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