they were hungry
they were hungry because their hands
were empty their hands in trashcans
visible thick white paint
visible booths visible with the fence starting from the booths
fence fence fence
it started from a corner with an iron pole
those men those women could walk between booths
say hi to white or brown officers no problem
the problem carts belts jackets
we didn’t have any
our skin sunburned all of us spoke Spanish
on that side
we didn’t know how we had ended up here
we didn’t know but we understood why they walk
to buy food on this side
Few words needed to be able to relate as a first gen Asian-American who saw my family sacrifice to have what I possess today. Nice poem!
This was a great poem. It stood out very clearly!
nice poem!
Loved your poem, it’s easy to read and understand, I could relate to being an immigrant and having a dream we need to accomplish.