I am upset.
Aleana is leaving home to stay in America for 3 months. She goes with a vendor who pays her to live in a city and work at a kiosk in American mall. She will not leave for another 2 weeks, but she confuses me by choosing this. To leave home now is to leave what we have here. Why make me believe you are in love? I want to ask her.
I am torn.
She should be happy with opportunity. And yet I am sad for the lack of my own.
I am not afraid of you.
I close my door in front of you.
I do not want you in.
Even though you knock,
I will not answer.
Even though I am alone,
I do not want your company.
Your tongue speaks of war.
Your eyes clouded by fear,
your heart guarded by power,
You are a coward.
