god’s intentions

August 16, 2009

yesterday
driving
my eyes fixed
on the beauty
of the landscape
that is this
Dominican Republic

i saw you
in your school uniform
your little hand
extended
on the side of the road
asking for a ride

hitchhiking
is the only way to get
to school for you
and thousands alike.

‘cause papi walks six miles
to work
a twelve hour shift
in the sugar cane fields.
and mami can’t leave
your little brothers
under that tin roof home
alone
to walk you
four miles
to school
and back
under this hot
caribbean sun
that burns and turns
hope into ashes.

stop.
your school
on the left
is falling
and failing.

your abc’s
become POW’s.
prisoners of a war
you didn’t wage,
prisoners to a system
that keeps you caged.

you sit in the car
i ask “what’s your name?”
“Rosaury,” you smile
(that beautiful smile).
you’re just ten-years-old
and you tell us you’re
in first grade.
i do the math
quickly
i realize that you’re behind.
logic tells me
it has nothing to do with your ability to learn,
but in this government’s unwillingness to provide
the necessary resources.
science tells me nature and nurture have abused you,
while geography displaces your dreams.
history will repeat itself in the womb of your offspring
and religion will make you question God’s intentions.

this government
in disorder
robs your future
then punishes you
for the crime it commits against you.

this landscape
can not hold beauty
if it’s just a backdrop
for what really lies behind.

~Sarahi Yajaira, 2009

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