By Cassidy Martin
2016 Nashville Youth Poet Laureate
We Aren’t Lost
Our parents can remember whole maps, but I am lost—
a modern day Columbus trying to find China.
I don’t want to drift into a path alre...
My mother came to this country in the back of a pickup.
The only Moses leading this Exodus was a Coyote dressed as tar. Wetbacks cross rivers to get to their Promised Land.
My people swim...