Where do you get your motivation?
I tell them of my loyalty to your beautiful country; how it under my skin.
I tell them of the hate. The anger that drives this obsession. This blinding reaction against poverty and oppression.
I tell them of our introduction. I explain the label of orphan is a luxury. That reality is abuse and neglect.
But, I leave you out of my narrative. I cannot risk you.
To them you are a stat, a character, a commercial.
What do I say now? My inspiration ran away?
If that question had been asked before October 21, I could tell them my standard story. I would skip the anger, give them the 6 years of my life they want to hear.
I dare not say go home, home to prostitution and abuse.
I would never say go back, back to working the fields.
¿A donde vas? the streets?
Do I come home? Do I look for you again?
This is it Alex, this is real life.
You are my home, and I yours.You are my tribe. We are a people of two.
