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...