pixabay image from Natan Vance
you left me behind
by D. Wallace Peach
you left me behind
because I was born in the barrio
in a shack by flooded rivers
in the dusty winds of drought
didn’t speak your tongue
or worship your god
the one who bade you
love the children
I am the meek
you left behind
because I toiled in cane fields
watched the dawn ripple through fish nets
over dying turquoise waters
tended my father’s reindeer
on the tundra’s barren crust
I bear no papers to witness my learning
my worth in coins or accounts
my worth in belonging
as a human being
I am too young, too crooked, too old
too homeless, too hungry
the wrong color emblazoned across my face
the wrong size, gender, ethnicity
the wrong way to love
to be
you needed a stranger to blame
and I am left behind
one…
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Thanks again for sharing the poem, Sue. Happy Writing!
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My pleasure, Diana.
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