It doesn’t seem she will be very nice to me.
“What you want” she blurts with an accent
“My passport holder,” I replied, “It has been swept.”
She glares at me with her brown eyes,
Talking in between deep sighs,
“It’s your problem” seemed to be her personal phrase,
She had a huge wart on the side of her face.
Dressed in the airport uniform,
She seemed to be a person who could never be warm.
How could this woman be so mean?
After a while I confront her and she replies, “You represent my broken dream.”
She had always wanted to go to America, but it could never be real
She couldn’t get a visa, and she would never steal.
To her America is a getaway, the ideal place,
But she felt like she was forever stuck in this little space.
Behind the counter, alone and cold,
Until she grows to be grumpy and old.
I tell her if she helps me, I will help her,
Suddenly she seems very nice, “Of course sir!”
Frantically she runs, screaming in Chinese,
I think she must be thinking “God help me, please.”
To find my passport could set her free,
America, she was bound to see.
As the people search around, her story begins to unfold.
She has a son, of five years old.
All she wants in the whole world, is for him to grow up and be a great man,
And America is the only place she believes can.
This “Katie”, is much more than what meets the eye,
It looks like she might cry.
A woman who seemed to me so rude,
Turned out to be a caring and kind, as I conclude.
Katie continued to look around for my passport,
I describe Kelly Ko, and she says, “I know her sort”
I can’t leave the airport without that darn thing,
And I don’t know what the next day will bring,
But hopefully Kelly will be found and I’ll get my stuff,
Because truly, I really have had enough.
