One Generation Away
I am one generation away.
One generation away from working in the fields for $6 a day.
One notion from being smuggled across the border in the back of a truck.
One meal away from always being hungry,
one action away from being beaten,
one decision from being hopeless,
one nation away from rumination.
I know what people call me. I know what they say,
but I have my arms outstretched on my journey to faith.