As I exit my apartment,
My small feet travel to what feels like an infinite amount of stairs
I see my neighbor sleeping on the floor
Maybe it's more comfortable sleeping out here?
Mi madre gently squeezes my hand as we move along
She always tells me to look both ways
I look left, I look right
I see a man with a shopping cart full of cans
Wow, he must really enjoy drinking soda as much as me
Mi madre wraps her arm around me as we cross the street
The smell of all the delicious foods always overwhelms me
The bright LED lights stuns me for a split second
I rub my eyes and see another child just like me
Vanilla ice cream in hand but he still looks sad
“Sorry, we can’t get that this week” his father said
They probably haven't finished last weeks ice cream
As we exit, we are greeted by a man with a lot of holes in his clothes
He has a cup with a lot of coins in them! He must be rich!
Mi madre drops a dollar into his cup
“I was in his shoes before you were born.
If you ever think you have nothing to give,
Remember that giving out hope is free.”
Watch a visual adaptation of Cristian's poem below.
Cristian Meza is a junior, majoring in the entertainment technology department at City Tech. He was always fascinated with the arts, which is why he has chosen a career working A/V in theater. Above all, though, Cristian has always been a writer at heart.