My Journey through Mexico
On the fourth of August
The bus crossed into Mexico.
Then
the journey became very difficult.
We conducted ourselves like animals
Not like the persons we are.
We traveled only at night.
So that the delinquents
would not find us.
Without eating.
Without sleeping
With thirst.
We did not have water.
Our shoes were full of dirt.
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We had to hide in fear
Many times.
It was fear beyond all fear.
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We experienced 20 days of suffering.
Mexico was a very bad walk.
But
I would walk forever
to keep my son safe.
Mother 9-9-15
My Journey
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