I enter my new life
with a wealth of ideas
instead of money and clothing.
I have a place to stay, and I’m given a job
at a newspaper, but I feel so timid
each time I’m surrounded
by wealthy men
who think of me
as a poor indio.
Is envy part of the problem?
Does the fame that precedes me
lead them to expect someone who looks
powerful, wearing the latest fashions
from Paris, and writing in a more
conventional style?