Aimee Rozen Poems
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The Nobodies Written By Eduardo Galeano
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream
of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will
suddenly rain down on them- will rain down in buckets. But
good luck doesn't even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter
how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is
tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or
start the new year with a change of brooms.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The
nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits,
dying through life, screwed every which way.
Whispers in my ear,
of promises once made.
Memories imprinted on my mind,
that I never want to fade.
A touch that is never ending,
I can feel upon my skin.
A burning of desire,
left deep within.
The ring you gave can still be seen,