they tried to deny centro american women and their children
rights to an asylum case. even though they know that 90 percent
of the women and children fleeing have the right. somehow locking them
up in cages. incarcerating children. becomes the place where we have
spent our money and our resources. this is somehow a poem about this
about caging children. who fled for their life. about caging mothers
who came running to be free. about the spaces in between. the amnesia
to remember why we came here in the first place. and some of us here
in the first place but we don’t remember we’ve been here for 20,000 years
migrating on this land. we don’t re-member the recourse. we are the ghost town
of mexican american wars. centro american wars. american nafta wars. mexican
gulf water wars. american asylum wars. border political wars. nameless wars.
caught in the storm of our condition. we are the mexican american centro american
water war happening. in the form of gang wars. in the form of narco trafficante wars
in the form of all the people forgetting your name. their name of the the names of all
those that came before them. we are the waking song. we are the piercing song.
we are the song waiting to manifest.. in the children. all those that have been caged
will remember. all those that were set free will remember. we are the memory of this
opening to find esperanza. somewhere along side the rio grande.. somewhere along side
the places where the sun meets again with the ocean. and reminds us there are no borders
between them. no borders in the inbetween.
and we hope we can remember our own stone song tongues
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