Oasis of Home

While my sister is unpacking,

I take off my sandals

and feel the hot sand against my feet.

It hurts but I endure it

until my feet are comfortable in the sand.

Whenever I take a step,

I feel the soft sand against my feet.

I walk to the water

and when the shores comes up,

I feel the cold water of Lake Michigan splashing under me.

Relieving all of the stereotypes and the violence that Chicago has.

I walk closer to the water when it reaches  

all the way up to my knees. I look down and see

these tiny little shells,

thinking if I pick them up they would break.

I look around seeing people playing,

relaxing, and laughing.

Realizing that this is

our Oasis of Home.

From the 826CHI Student Publication: A Flower Blooming in the Dark

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