Still I Rise.

"Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise."

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

inmigración.

picture and a poem, day sixteen.


Waves swallow up dreams
when you cross oceans
expecting to see
Lady Liberty,
only to find
nothing
and no one
greeting you at the
shoreline.
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