The fall by Tom Sharp

I know how they felt when they were forced to leave. Night fell. So, too, my equilibrium and pride. I thought I had it all in hand, but gravity is a betrayer. I closed my eyes and could have been among friends in my own country, not here, where I’m cold, in pain, and everyone’s a stranger.

Dxi Biaba’ by Victor de la Cruz

Guete’, guete’ biaba’, sica ndaani’ ti bizé yuxi cadá yuuba’ ndaani’, cadi nisa, dxi naa biree xquidxe’. Ladxiduá’ riuuba’ casi guibane’ ne guyadxie’ ra zuhuaa; xiƱee nuaa’ xquidxi binni —rabe’ ndaani ladxiduá’— ne ma’ zigatá’ zigaze’ lu xluuna’ xtobi qué ganna’ tu laa.