Rate this poem please for me! For a school project.
Walking down the broken stone roads, I tripped. Scraping my fragile knee against others' misfortunes. Desperately, I saw the blinding lights of the future. Blinding millions, turning oblivious. Rapidly I get up, limping towards the road of hope. Desperately, I look for a clearing. I push through the woman holding their crying babies. I heard a loud crash, then I looked back. I see the ashy skies, then I looked down and saw her. The one I came for. The naive 9-year-old girl. Indecisive I am whether to turn back or keep going. A thought later, I was squeezing her shoulder, pushing through the crowd. The ashy sky made her cry. I dried her tears with my cloth. Reassuring her that she would see her mother again, little did she know that was a white lie. Thinking and thinking we climbed aboard a boat. The musky water brushing against our arms. I stop, look back wondering of the past. Remembering why I'm here, I look foward once again.