What have I learned? I don't have to be the edgy, gritty girl hanging out with the biker guy on the corner of a bar crowded by loud music and cigarette smoke. I love my ripped jeans and chains but that's as far as it needs to go. I love black and that's as dark as it needs to be.
I can be the girl with nice things and a steady life. I can have a faithful man who loves me and works hard for me. To protect and care for me, to share the load. I can be the girl wearing the nice clothes and a dress - why not? I can live in a big city somewhere safe with a good government and a loving family. As a child I wanted to be a gargoyle, a creature of the night. But I could be a princess, as people I've never formally met before tell me I will become. Something shiny around my neck and sharing a bath with champagne and strawberries.
People come to America for the opportunities, but these days, the opportunities are 5,000 miles away. And that's where I'll be. So I can be free.
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