The Mountain Top

Let me tell you a story

of how my people were extracted from their villages like sap from tree trunks

and walked hundreds of miles to a new home.

Let me tell you a story

as they poured their blood, sweat, tears, and everything they had

to give a better life for their grand children they will never meet.

Let me tell you a story

that when my people got to the top of the mountain, they didn’t look back

they kept walking.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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