Born a peasant
always a peasant
work, work, work
never stopping
bound to the land
living from it
I sleep thinking,
why me?
I want to leave
I want to die
but what will happen to my family?
how will they survive?
at the end of the day
when the fruit is picked from the trees
I fall to my knees and…..
Scream.
what good is a life
when it is bound to its land
chained to the ground
blind to the world?
The Library will be closed on Monday, January 18 for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.