It was a gift from Nana. Swimming in his circular tank of water, the fish…
Our backgrounds
Time passes and paths cross
Paths cross and begin from different areas
Some easier or harder
Farther life travels, paths ends and others begin
Different colors, different homes
One thing is similar,
We call come from a place
A place that brings us here
At this moment
To a school that makes some of us want to die
Cry
Goodbye
Others want to live
To see where our path takes us.