The Cost of a Better Life
I came here to gain asylum To the land of sparkles, flowers, and perfume Rumors spoke of a place Where the people are friendly and the gates are open But when I arrived Clothes torn Sweaty Back aching There was a padlock “You can become a citizen if you try hard enough!” But the toll asked me to pay with blood, culture and my sense of self Hollywood and Los Angeles New York and Miami “The better the benefits, the higher the price! If you want to be a citizen, just go under the knife!” The misery fogs around me People bump into me as they pass Head down, shoulders slumped On the other side people smile Wide and bright With plum and cherry lips and dress shirts I pull out my switchblade and approach the toll The woman behind the counter speaks Clear and nice while she points to the bowl The more it fills, the more I grow faint My skin grows paler, my body thinner My accent drifts away Finally, the gates creak open I see someone ...