The Song of an Immigrant

I’m waiting. The silence is dancing around me, but I am still waiting. Too many thoughts are stuck in my head.

Perhaps I will fail. I will absolutely fail in the new country, I know. What to promise? I’m no more the kind of a-pain-in-the-ass-adolescent wishing to bring the world to its knees. Na-ah, enough is enough. Here and now, I’m just a scared girl, a girl with her ear to a door listening. One, second…