Mother Island

Waiting. Waiting In the endless masses. Others go through the process quickly. But the people with pigmented skin and Slanted eyes must Wait Wait Wait Days and weeks on that cold Island with small space—space smaller than back in a land they once knew. Many mouths and many cries and many more faces with eyes full of weariness and lips lacking smiles. Angel takes in many homeless children and some never leave. But those lucky ones go with freedom into the world Angel found them in. Waiting. Waiting. They wait still until one small group, two men, step forward in the ethnic masses. Questions, endless questions are asked again…again…again. They never stop. The 197th is asked, answered, and the torture is done. A boy is saved from deportment (thank you my father who is my brother). Angel must now say goodbye to her young child. New experiences for the boy. Never before felt space. Freedom. A chance at life. Coming into Angel’s home in one door and leaving through another is the bliss of becoming American.