Monday, July 8, 2019

A Child's Desire



What do I want more than anything? It isn't teddy bears, Barbies or clothing. If I could have one wish come true, I would go back home—to the place where I could speak, where I had friends, where I belonged.

Not this place of concrete jails with a teacher that glares at me when I reply, "no se" (I don't know).

Each morning is a death row march not ending in execution but with having my head submerged in sounds without meaning.

I hate it here. I want to go back to the fresh air and smiling people, but I don't have a say.
I know that my wish won't come true. I'm stuck here in the land of unknowns, drowning in a foreign language, alone and without hope.

Liza
June 2019
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1 comment:

  1. UnknownJuly 19, 2019 at 10:16 PM

    I love this piece. It's honest and poignant. The character shows truth not victimization.Touching.
    Linda

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