I could walk the
streets, Go to and from school, Hang out late, Sit in an unlocked car And be home alone with no fears Even at night But that was Mexico I'm in America now I'm afraid now Afraid of getting kidnapped, raped, beaten, and killed, All without mom's
knowledge I'm always looking behind me Every ten paces In fear of someone following me I'm always carry my
scissors and A flashlight with me 24/7 I always try to get home before Dark I'm afraid to call home Mom might not be home My neighbor is cranky in the morning And night Her husband is big and scary I can't reach anyone else When I'm left in the car, I always lock all of the doors and Hide I'm afraid here Or is it paranoia?
