I saw her on the crowded freeway
trying to catch a ride.
She stood there facing traffic
unafraid of the metal monsters
flying by and at her.
Her head dress was crooked,
her arms were full
as she tried thumbing a ride
from one of the drivers
who couldn't see her.
She was invisible to them
one and all.
I watched as she lit the torch
she had been carrying,
then she held it high.
Surely,
this would attract attention.
Surely,
someone now
would give her a ride.
I saw her standing there
with her torch blazing
enduring this tragic injustice.
She was alone.
No one cared about her,
no one knew who she was.
i thought to myself,
can this be happening?
I just stood there bewildered
dumbfounded, watching
as Miss Liberty
tried to catch a ride.
(4-23-2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem