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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.

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