Life Style

by Victoria Silva

He’s awake and ready to go before sunrise
He’s young with responsibilities
Nobody notices how sad his look is

Suffered one month and a half
Not enough food nor water
Sleepless nights

Crossed three borders
Scars on his feet, of the barbed wires
But he says it’s all worth it seeing his mom
After nine years not being united

No papers ; No scholarship
His dreams were broken like a scattered puzzle

People see him with nice cars
They probably think he is living the “American Dream”
But don’t know he works hard

From sunrise to, sun down
Gets home and off he goes
To his second job