Name? Nombre?

What’s the purpose of your trip?

Endonde viven tu familia?

move across, love across, touch across

what is transcended is imaginary, yet so real

the pit of never knowing if my grandmother had

aunts and the pit of the aunts I know and

cannot touch.

privileged to leave and return to my family

while immigrants from 400 years ago, complicit killers

we are all one

Land Land Land. We bleed the land with greed.

But who hears the cry out of the mother land.

“You’re all my children.”

HOW INSANE IT IS TO FALL INTO SOMEONE

ELSE’S Dream OF AN INVISIBLE WALL?

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN that this LAND WAS

NEVER YOURS? DONT YOU remember Beating

& Killing THE ORIGINAL PEOPLE OF THIS LAND

AS YOU STOLE IT AWAY? WHEN WILL YOU

PUT YOUR SELFISHNESS TO REST?