~Kindle Joy Miller
I walked past the people lined up at the dock. They looked hungry, tired and worn. There was a lady with several children around her with fear on their little faces. An old man, disabled from all that he had been through in his life, sat with a little girl who looked sick and pale. There was dirty little boys trying to be strong but you could tell that they were terrified. A young girl nearby had only a cloth to cover herself. There were men laughing at her and making fun of her. I saw a group of old, worn women crying for all they had lost. There was some young men comforting those around them and telling them it was going to be okay. A woman with a baby stood to one side looking for something to give her child to eat. Though the group was weary, they seemed to stand together. As I looked at them I did not see slaves and people driven from their homes in war, I saw people; People like me. The girl being laughed at was the same as those who laughed at her: human. We have all been hurt in some way but some have been hurt more than others, I thought. I walked past the people lined up at the dock and I wished I could free them from the cruelty of people.
