The Things They Carry
(a poem for migrants)
now
on
the land
migrants live
with holes in the floors
cracks in the walls, leaks in the roofs,
broken apart from years upon years of people
moving in, moving out, broken apart by owners using money for things other than repairs
yet held together by people like my abuelo and mamÃ, who will move into a used place, scrub the floors and walls with soap and water
repair broken parts with things they carry with them, patch them with grit, common sense and love
This is what they do with their lives, this is who they are
tenacious, tender and thoughtful
brave and beautiful
heroic
humble
here
hope
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2020
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