Moving
The horizon and I by ourselves.
I met my match mid-twirl.
For a moment, time stood still in Central Park.
Puerto Rico, where life's greatest gift was given
and taken too soon.
We built our life in Brooklyn.
Now I live alone.
My existence remains for others.
By Nina Daro, Mahalia Hughes-Roussel, and Allison Rapp.
This poem is a response to hardtruth #92:
#92, our oral histories, our oral stories are our truthThis page has paths:
- Some #100hardtruths in poetry Xiomara Liana Rodriguez