Me and My Senegalese Friends

Their feet were made to run barefoot in trash and sand,

My feet were made to wear socks and shoes.

Their hands were made to climb trees, hold chickens and cut open coconuts,

My hands were made to wear nail polish and hold a stuffed animal.

My body wasn’t made to live like a Senegalese,

Their body wasn’t made to live like an American.

I can adapt to what my friends do and think but,

My friends will never have to adapt to an American society.

So I run in dirty sand with sandals on,

And I climb trees and hold chickens.

Because it is easier for them to see Jesus in me when I try to act like them,

Not when I act like an American.

So I try, and meanwhile, I have fun!