There was a rainbow today,

but you probably didn’t see it.

It’s colors diverged against the dark grey sky.

For a moment I dream.

Is there a pot of gold down there?

Vanished behind the sun filled sky.

The gold is gone.

My stomach begins to cry.

I suckle the salty taste of tears on my lips.

The rainbow remains in my mind

No one waiting to make my coffee,

nothing to nurse my hunger.

People tell me to go to school

I chase the dream.

Education is the path to the pot of gold

At college I learn, I…

Caro Yzk

Humanist. Life long learner. Educator. Political Economy. Rural Poverty. Environmental activist. Photographer.

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