photo by jon lewis

I wish to believe these eyes will some day belong to those of a doctor or libraran, but my experience tells me otherwise. These eyes will forever belong to an impoverished person with little formal education and even fewer opportunities. I hope otherwise but unless the generational cycle of her migrant labor poverty is broken, even her children are will be condemned to a life of penury. Who will be the savior for this small one? Who is the one we have been waiting for? Or shall we continue to preach to others that life is a matter of making good choices and avoiding poor ones?