Wednesday, June 10, 2009

to risk one’s life for a piece of bread,

and to finally cross the blue cactus border of one's dreams

only to see the Hush Puppies of hope get swept away

by the river’s treacherous currents

time now feels like an infection of chickenpox

while my son ages in some remote future

and I am continually deprived

of my childhood and motherhood,

birthdays and Christmas,

sunny and rainy days

written by Sussy Santana
Translated by Steven Tegu

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