we were the ones waiting at the border
waiting for our mother to return
from the setting sun that almost took her life
from the coyote that took my sisters life
from the breath of life
we came to become
in this america
we were the ones waiting at the border
trying to find the border patrol officer
so he could tell us where to go
to be safe again.
he asked why we came here
he told us we were not his problem
and that we should go back to where we came from
that if it was up to him. he would make sure
all these centro americans all these mexicans
would just stay over there
he told us
you are not our problem
you need to ask your government to fix your problems
but he never even bother to here
why we were here
what we were running from
because back home
nobody does anything about the problemas
nobody can stop them
nobody can make them stop killing
nobody can make them stop threatening
nobody can make my home
my home again
so i don’t think he knows what he’s talking about
or maybe he does know but he doesn’t want to admit
it
maybe he knows how bad
it is for us back home
where there is no home anymore
but he just doesn’t want to say it
because we’re not his problem.
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