Sojourner

I am tired
I am tattered
I have not, they give not
I have my girl, she is three
My husband waits for me in an east coast city, I think.

I feel the wind it blisters my skin
she is cold her heart beats slowly.
I meet a wall, it is tall, it is dark and it is evil.
Eagles fly around raising dust, I no longer see.
White men surround me
They taunt me, they say please and thank you, and go back to your country?
My hands are scarred
My feet gave in
Yet miles and miles I left my tracks
I am a sojourner, a foreigner
I have not, they give not.

L.K.L.