Ode to a Migrant Worker’s Feet
Her feet were in the soil,
of the land,
held the secrets
of the earth,
knew the mystery of seed, dirt and water
becoming
corn and beans.
Her heart was in her feet,
in the land,
in the mystery
itself.
"Estoy aquí,”
spoke her feet.
“I am here.”
Her feet were
this word
to the world -
“Soy una persona.”
"I am a person."
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2020
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