Poems from Jasmine Rivera

The train is always crowded. So many people trying to get in or out of a tiny little box.   Passengers eyes wondering around like a baby...
There was no light that day. The sun hid behind the dull clouds.   Like a child hiding behind their mother. Even inside the lights were...
A dream. A hope. A new beginning. It’s what we all hope to find in America.   Yet many suffer. Suffer to survive. Many wake up hoping for...