Atef Ayadi

Migrating To The South - Poem by Atef Ayadi

I crossed the Mexican
Heading south
No one stopped me …
No one asked me …
For an ID,
A passport,
Or even my social security Number.
After All,
I am heading south
To the heat
And dry lands.
They told me nothing is
Over there,
Except elders
With their friendly
Unfriendly DOGS.
And dozens Of orphans,

Eileen told me...
One day, ....
Like Columbus
You really missed
The south.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 27, 2007

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