"Sew the money into your cloth
and NEVER
take your cloth off",
she told him.
We left our house,
our family,
our friends.
We left
and started the
long,
backbreaking
walk.
There was this lady,
we met along.
The need for refuge,
was just too strong.
She pressed on and on,
and soon
her limp became a
crawl.
My father was never afraid
to ask for help.
The idea of America
came to mind.
They let us go,
but with a fight.
That fight
was my sister.
Returning day after day,
my father
wore down
the officials until they
finally caved in.
America was different.
We had to
persevere.
Us kids had to
fight back
My sister,
She had to
fight back,
until they suspended her.
Me.
I had to
persevere.
Running three miles
because I couldn't get a ride.
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