Illegal

Authors Note- In this novel, the main character meets two illegal immigrants, Eperanza and Estevan. They were forced to leave their home country to come here, and are now living the challenges of being an illegal immigrant. A response to the novel The Bean Trees by Barbra Kingsolver


Illegal,
Against the laws,
We all follow,
With such ease
Doing what is morally wrong,
Even though it seems right,
At the certain time.

Living a life of uncertainty,
Never knowing what will happen,
What your life will become,
Whether you'll get to pursue your sweet dreams,
Or even if you'll have dreams anymore.

Everyday,
Being frightened,
That soon, you too,
Be taken out of this place you love,
By the evil officers,
The ones who enforce the laws.

Living in a world,
Completely different than the one before,
The whole reason you came,
To live in a fair,
Equal, wealthier place
A place where you can live the life,
You have always dreamed of.

Dangerously venturing far away
Hiding, being secretive about everything,
About your identity,
Keeping close,
Yet at a distance,
To the ones you love,
The ones protecting you from the officers.

Wondering, wishing, hoping,
You will never have to go back,
Never get caught,
Never come close to your old home,
Where you are a legal citizen.

But here, in this lovely place,
You are unwanted,
A nuisance,
Lonely,
Illegal.

It seems like this isn't the life you dreamed,
But resembles the one you escaped from,
The reason you are hiding,
The reason you are illegal.

Baby

Authors Note - A response to the novel The Bean Trees by Barbra Kingsolver about how a young woman was gifted a child a by an old woman who she has never met before.

A Baby,
A whole new life,
Brought into this complicated world,
Having to live with the struggles,
They will always know.

This baby isn't yours.
But given to you,
By a stranger,
A person you've never met.

You realize something,
This baby isn't yours,
But your friends.

This baby you received,
As a gift,
Was taken away,
From your dear friends.

They think she's lost,
But she may be,
Right there.

Baby,
A gift,
A mystery.

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