In three seconds, I was out . . .
Anonymous, age 13 – Migrant Leaders Club
In three seconds, I was out. I was in a dark room. I saw nothing but a corner. I approached closer and I saw a little star crying. What do I do now, my little star is crying and I don’t know what to do. I got closer and it told me, “I have no hope.” My heart burst into tears and broke down. I felt that my whole world was falling down, just because of a little star. But the star is us. We are small, but because of us people are actually being affected.
Written in response to a prompt asking the youth to write about a place they recall, and the emotions experienced there. The class had been reading poems by Jimmy Santiago Baca.