Everything is gone.
My home, my food, my community, my hope.
I try not to look at all the destruction and sadness around me,
But it’s impossible when that’s all there is to see.
Mr. Martinez didn’t wake up this morning.
Mama told me it’s because he’s so old,
But I heard his wife crying, saying he drank too much of the dirty water.
Mama also told me that we’ll get through this tough time,
That if we pray and be optimistic that we’ll be fine,
But I don’t think I have even an ounce of optimism left in me
After the hurricane.
Reflections 