No one knows your name
Who are you?
Days spent in the scorching sun, quickly come to a close as your mother brushes
her hand over your face, calmly answering your questions about your daddy
and his whereabouts
Tourists come and go just as the seasons
Your family remains your stronghold every day; even your younger brother
in his orneriest days is your little man, your hero
Life for you is about survival, and others haven’t a clue about where you’ve been
or what you’ve seen as you move from place to place hoping that your mother’s meager
earnings will yield a satisfying meal for the family
Just as the sun arises over the rocky mountain tops and you greet a new day in the
desert,
A man thousands of miles away remembers your face,typing away wishing he remembered your name
He dares to describe one brief moment of life in your shoes
