this border breaks us and binds us
it speaks to us in tongues
we are waiting for the salvation of where we come from
we are waiting for somebody to tear one down
or build another one up
or to rescue refugees or detain them or make them disappear
this immigration song of us
this border song of us
we are the breaking apart of this border paradigm
somewhere in there
remembering that we are this precious chaos
this precious chaos born 2016 born 1999 born 1848
born inside 1493 born inside every salem witch trial
born inside every native hung, every african slave hung
every irish and mexican hung. every japanese american interned
we are this burning tongue
waiting for the water to remind us
we will be borderless again
we will be skinless again
we wil be again
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