Aimee Rozen Poems
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.
Why did you leave me,
didn't I make you happy?
didn't I make you feel special?
Or, was it that your void was not filled?
That I was not good enough.
You made me feel;
didn't you see that?
And yet, you continued to walk away.