Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Imagine| Short Poem

 

I know this is a Black and White battle

And Brown is not in between

Maybe it is a color that your lens has not seen

But imagine for a moment or two

That it was you

Imagine being born to such a bad circumstance

That being caught in a boarder provides a better chance

Have you earned that ground you call home?

Or were you, just like them, just born?