From Oklahoma to California

By Mary Ji 8East

Thick, rapidly moving dust

Cover everything from top to bottom, left to right

There just no way of escaping the dust, it's everywhere,

In my lungs, chocking me

On my body, aching me

In my eyes, blinding me

Under my feet, poking me

My hard life...

Handbills fly, around and around,

Asking for cotton pickers,

No one know, that they just wanted a few,

Not to start a migration, but that's exactly how it went

Okies started to migrated on account of what they read

They worked extra nights,

Extra shifts, extra just about everything

To be able to buy one thing

A jalopy, the most valuable belonging,

The thing that would carry them from...

Oklahoma to California in search for a

Better life...

Many die, while many without a doubt made it through the night

And through the day

Many conquer the mighty

Forces of rejection from Californians

This is how they arrived in

A place known as

California, a place full of

Opportunities,

Well, it might have seemed wonderful for a second,o r maybe even a minute

But life haven't changed at all, since they moved

Chocking on their own words, the correct words

The perfect moment, motivation

Oklahoma to California in search for a

Better life...

That isn't what they received...what they got were hatred and threat

Life wasn't worth exchanging

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