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