Poetry by Calista Ogburn (Summer 2020 issue)
if these words were to fill the void
of the lost blood
and frightened children,
this poem are the souls of those who
were too scared to speak up
“go back to where you came from” cuts our throats
leaves us in an alley
so dark,
where does the flashlight guide
if we no longer want to go home
the world consumed us
and threw us up on the ground
with our bodies limp,
our souls soared into the sky
and begged for the hands of others
yet, we were left there,
to die.
