there are the spaces where our tongues collapse on themselves
and we start to forget our jewish heritage our irish heritage
our japanese or mexican heritage and start to try and just claim american
its easier to pronounce
its easier to make excuses
its easier than to actually try to explain all the layered truths
of your barrio. all the inconsistencies. all the fallen hopes
all the places where you watch the concrete spill your cultura
all the ways it gets left behind when no one is looking
when everyone one is silencing in advertantly
we are these border immigrant migrant dream
echoing across generations of being scapegoated
of being put into concentration camps
detention centers and all the places inbetween
the border of our history
the borders of our tongues
the borders of our memory
waiting to put down the wall
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