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Both of us, not just I
by Johana Cortes
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  She gave me warmth when I was cold
even though she was freezing
she gave me food when I was hungry
sparing hers for me to eat

In the desert we walked day after day and night after night
my mother, my uncle, his family and I
her dream was to be able to come to this country
and work hard for both of us to have a better life

Almost out of the desert the coyote told us what had to be done
when I give the signal you run and run
once you reach the truck you must get inside
sit next to each other and side by side

When my uncle and his family got in the truck
the coyote turned and said there's one more spot
she looked at me sadly with tears in her eyes
picking me up, she put me inside

Don't worry she told me
I'll go on the next trip
when I reached the U.S. I waited and waited
but she never came because she never made it

I was only nine years old
when I last saw my mother's face
her body never found
not a single trace

My heart was broken
and I was hurt inside
her dream was to come here
both of us, not just I
May 21 ,2006
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