Day 165

I went to another workshop for undocumented immigrants today. It made me incredibly sad to see so many families there. I can’t imagine what they must be feeling right now but I’m glad there are so many people in my community that are committed to helping them however they can.

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I look at the world, by Langston Hughes

I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.

I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!

I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that’s in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.