“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending the best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems and they’re bringing those problems. They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime. They’re rapists and some, I assume, are good people, but I speak to border guards and they’re telling us what we’re getting.”

“I will build a great wall and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me – and I’ll build them very inexpensively. I will build a great, great wall on our southern border, and I will make Mexico pay for that wall. Mark my words.”

–Donald Trump, June 16, 2015, New York, New York
[Cited from “Being a Latinx adolescent under a trump presidency: Analysis of Latinx youths reactions to immigration politics” by Laura Wray-Lake, Rachel Wells, Lauren Alvis, Sandra Delgado, Amy K. Syvertsen, Aaron Metzger.]


november 8Th, 2016. a poem is wriTTen. noT This poem. a differenT one. july 18Th, 2018. This poem is wriTTen. noT like The poem from before. however, from ThaT day unTil Today, iT has been days of mourning. so we musT mourn, remember and honor The fallen.

        as i look beyond The horizon,
        i fear The only Thing i will see
        are dark brown heaps piled up,
        lying There like sTill rocks.
        sTill breaThing.

        as i see That.
        as i mark That.
        as ‘iT’ crosses my borders.
        as ‘iT’ doesn’T cross my borders.
        i Think to myself–‘i wanT “iT” to cross.’
        i wanT There To be no cross.
        jesús crossed.
        yeT, This counTry ain’T crossing off iTs T’s like ThaT
        They ain’T coming over here guiding The way
        because To Them, people are jusT “iTs”
        They mark The cross in order To back up Their words
        yeT, i only hear fauc-eTs–
        draining down The shiT i see piled up laying There–
        sTill breaThing.

        as i look beyond The horizon,
        i fear The only Thing i will see
        are The T’s ThaT drag Their way Through
        The dusT and heaT.
        like sTill rocks.
        sTill breaThing.

        as They fall, or become one wiTh The law,
        we musT remember To pray.
        yeT, praying ‘under god’ can’T happen when
        he ain’T crossin’ off his T’s like ThaT.

        Today is The day of mourning.
        yesTerday was The day of mourning.
        Tomorrow will be The day of mourning.
        so we must mourn like piled dark brown heaps
        that lie There sTill as rocks.
        sTill breaThing.


Don’t go mourning alone:

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