I’m alone - and angry.
I never planned to be alone - let alone in a foreign country.
I left for a man who could not leave his country.
He’s alone, too - but he’s still leeching life from other people.
He lied to me.
I left my home for a lie.
I invested into an even bigger lie - the promise of a future.
And now I’m 60 - and I invested a lifetime in a lie.
“The age is obviously a problem.” said my brother when we talked about finding employment -
at home.
I tried to make a home in the foreign land.
Made a home for others, but not me.
And they didn’t want me here - they just wanted my labor.
not me.
Nothing will change as long as I don’t make the change.
Anger is only the start - I will use it as fuel,
because
how dare they!