Today, a friend of mine asked if I’d ever been to the top of the Statue of Liberty and we got to talking about Ellis Island.
A memory:
4th grade trip
and Ms. Eckleman’s class searching
for familiar family names etched in marble,
stone
Then me.
The lone Black man-child
Looking in vain.
My people never known no Ellis Island
-Amari
1 comment:
Hey:
I remember that class trip well. You were hell bent on finding information on the Johnson family and how dissapointed you were when there was none. But, you were very sensitive to the struggle of others and what they had gone through to get here.
Love you.
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