there are borders in the tongue in the mouth

in the way we approach all the conditions that were placed

in front of us behind us . to the sides of us

we are mexican american waiting to be reborn under

a chicano sun? a rasquache sun? a pale mexican moon?

there are blood lines and blood ties to all the lands

all the way back to even before africa.

this border of refugees. these songs of tomorrow

singing in the dust of our humanity. singing in the conditions

that we are the mexican american dream

un suen~o de la vida. donde las realidades nos cuestan

mas que la cuenta son nuestra herencia. culmudada 

gathering in the stones the mortar and the brick of american paradigms

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