Babies under the house.(Poem)(Brief article)

 
When you open your eyes again, Sariyah, 
this'll just be one of those things--like rice 
and bean tacos every night, having to go 
 
to the free clinic, buying gas 
with food stamps at Ben's Ice House 
at the corner of Pleasanton and Petaluma. 
 
But you know that, don't you-- 
know that your body will never grow 
completely. When you open your eyes again, 
 
your skin will be smooth as the day 
you were born, not what it was when they found you 
and the tiny thing that was your brother. The dirt 
 
around you will have licked away 
mother's milk from your lips, ...