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Splitting Up the Move

My dad had papers and was able to
travel.
My uncle’s family didn’t have a car,
so they took ours.
I was sent with them.
Family & strangers,
alone again.
They’ll meet me over there I was
told.
By myself for a month without my parents,
now with two different families.
With no one to protect me.
Where even is Othello?

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