By Natasha Boojihawon

New Form of slavery

I am leaving tomorrow

I do not know where I go.

I have been told I will be rich,

If I leave everything I know.

It is beautiful here,

All day in the Sun,

Working hard to pay back,

And knowing no one.

I have stayed here so long,

But I will never be near,

I will pass it all down

And hope this feeling stops here.