Big Brown Eyes

He looks up at me, big brown eyes

I say I have to leave

And I do

I am not from here

I am a visitor, a stranger

I have a family at home, a different culture

His brown eyes fill with big wet tears

“Quiero ir a casa contigo”

He wants to come home with me

But I can’t take him home

He wants to come to America with me

But his life is here

In the midst of poverty, death, and dust

With no clean water, little food, and not even a pillow

The tattered clothes he wears, they are his best outfit

The torn teddy bear he carries, that is his only toy

Why can’t I take him home?

Why can’t he live here?

Where our biggest problem is deciding which shoes to wear

But meanwhile he has just one pair

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