I like math. And science.
Her sweet smile framed
by gorgeous wavy cascades.  

In my head I encourage her
to pursue math and science.
Maybe become a doctor.   

I slam my mouth shut.
Bite my tongue.
How dare I?  

Born in a
Guatemalan village.

How will her family
pay for college?
No DACA. No support.  

I smile at her hard
with my eyes,
my mouth hidden
behind a mask.  

I say nothing.