I feel it deep down inside me,
This compulsion to find a new life.
Across that way is another
Who feels completely different.
Though I have little choice
They still stay subjective toward me.
Some say I’m no more than a wetback,
Others say I don’t slack.
My abuela cooks me dinner,
While my mom decides our future.
The man behind the iron gates have little to mention,
This whole situation… I have no comprehension.
Carrying my belongings on my head,
Fearing that I might not have a bed.
The night is long and scary,
I feel like a kid again and La Llorona is out to get me.
We made it, I’m soaked.
I will not be quiet, My voice won’t be choked.
It all happened so fast, La migra! La migra!
For just a second I saw it, I was standing on the edge
Being sent back, I’ve never felt such pain.
The red desert sun is rising again.
Will my spirits ever do the same?