Chosen

From a list of million.

You found me.

Oh the beauty of being chosen by the one that you loved. 

 

 

You chose me from a list of Norwegians, Canadians, Mexicans, Australians, and the French.

 

Am I sure I want to be chosen?

To move to a country that considers my home a "shit-house" oh wait, maybe "shit house". 

Was it a mistake? Do you really want me. Am I not "prepared to enter the culture of America"? Who says? Maybe I am one of many to make a new culture of America.

Melting Pot? Chosen out of a hat and read aloud in some dingy low ceilinged office in Washington.

Am I sure I want to be chosen?

To move to a country that considers my home a "shit-house" oh wait maybe "shit house".