South Bound

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I wait in line
for the train,
heading south.
The cold windy city gone
a warm beach
with sand as soft as silk
and sunshine awaits.



I see


on the other side,

the blacks,
waiting to go north.
packing up their lives,
taking a huge risk,
looking for an opportunity,
a chance, a break, a job.
The gigantic risk
as big as the train itself,
might not payoff.
They board the train,
heading into the unknown
hoping, wishing, and praying
for the best.
As I board mine,
I know
they search for what I have
a house, a family, and a job.





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