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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