Amy Leonard - English

Refugee Ship


like wet cornstarch

I slide past mi abuelita’s eyes

bible placed by her side

she removes her glasses

the pudding thickens


mama raised me with no language

I am an orphan to my Spanish name

the words are foreign, stumbling on my tongue

I stare at my reflection in the mirror

brown skin, black hair


I feel I am a captive

aboard the refugee ship

a ship that will never dock

a ship that will never dock

                                                                                   ~Lorna Dee Cervantes


Last Updated: 7/7/10