Jumping

Telling me to go back to my country

Won’t hurt me

But it will hurt my family

They suffered

Walking

Running

Across an empty

Desolate

Hot desert

No food

Fear

Death

In the back of their heads

 

An 18 year old mother

Ran and ran

She ran in fear of her child

She wanted him

To never spend a day

In the large fields

 

All for him

All for us

All for her family

 

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