Madeliene Fitzpatrick


Freedom Light

I am running through the woods so tired and hungry, afraid to be seen immigrating illegally. My knees are scratched my blouse torn.Oh what my mother would have said! Then I see a light not of a hunter but of a van.Out of the van emerges a man.At first I panic then i see the scar on his face, it had a mark I knew and hated, that of a whip.Well, I a

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