attention span at a minimum for our child's last meal was her mother's pain served on a dish
his father is all he thinks about wondering about the long hours he passes locked away in a room away from theirs
she goes to school and guesses the words on her page she smiles at me and tells me about her dream to go to college
our child won't read we need to get through your history book I tell her whose history? she says, not mine. page after page she turns and asks me where are my people? I look and say nothing --at first. she agrees to read so she can finish the grade and the next and the next so she can write her story re-write history..