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