In A Different World

by Rheanna Winter

I am fortunate.
Bright colored clothing
on our backs. Jewelry made
from materials that we found.
Why are we the ones given?

I am fortunate.
Salty, freshwater scooped onto
my tongue. I am hydrated. Food so small.
I am full. Heat of the sun on
my flesh. I am warm.

I am fortunate.
Soap suds trickle down my head
onto my feet racing to reach
my toes. Ada grasps hair strands.
I am clean.

Why are we seen as helpless?
We are fortunate.