Moldova

I live in Moldova,

But I’m originally from Ukraine.

My mom’s Ukrainian, my dad’s Romanian.

And yet, from Ukraine, I get these claims:

“Do you go to cafés? Do you kiss anyone?”

Honestly… what kind of silly jealousy is this?

I sit at home in Hîncești,

Living near the forest, where there’s hardly any light or signal.

I have a garden, a little farm—I plant potatoes,

Watch over the corn because I want my mamaliga,

My rice grows nicely, and I’m loving it!

I have beans, and other good food.

I study English, read books, tidy the house.

I eat tasty cookies, dream of a new tablet and smartphone.

And yet, they fuss as if I’m out dating someone.

God… why do you care?

What I do is none of your business.

You live your life…

Then live it, child.

Mind your own, and let me mind mine. 🌿