Another 100 word storytelling/poem. Was getting a Red Bull at a convenience store and I was stuck in a line where the cashier had this look of I-Really-Don't-Wanna-Be-Here. I felt bad for her (even though I was about to head in to do 14 hour repetitions of sticking narcotics into bags. Legally). Everyone else was irritated that it was taking too long (I'll write a story/poem from their point of view later), and sadly it was just her and no one else.
Honestly? Life is very different here in America compared to life in the Philippines. It's more hectic, more nose to the grindstone.
Was it worth it to move? Yes and no. Yes, because of the opportunities and advantages that are available for my family and I. No, due to the friends and family I left behind.
I miss home, but I can't go back. Not yet. There's something for me in America that I have to find, I'm not sure what it is, but I'll know it once I see it.
Enjoy.
*picture is originally from http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/collections/360330721?view_mode=2
11/22/2013 (Friday)- Standing in Line
At work today,
Friday taken-away,
each extra over-time
hour going to taxes.
Mannn…
Entitlements and
rights.
Welcome to
America,
Land of the
taxed, home to the Corporate chain-gangs.
Little surprise,
I find lines
getting longer for Lotto and Powerball.
$2.00
That’s the price
for those of us in chains,
That’s the price
for those of us waiting for change,
That’s the price
for American dreams…
Dreams.
I left home chasing
them,
A chance to grab
onto them and
Live.
That’s all I
really wanted,
really
needed…
I’m sorry for
taking your time,
Did you want to
pay debt or credit?
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