How do we deal with the pain, the challenges, the fear and frustration of being undocumented, of living with restrictions and the constant threat of deportation?
For me there is a place, a space, where I drop my worries, my fears, and face the despair threatening to consume me. It is my sanctuary where I celebrate the hope that bubbles, that rises, that invigorates me.
It captures. It alleviates. It saves me.
Poetry.
The plight…
Shattered confidence
Redefined home
Exposed
Shook and tumbled
Made us fall
Then everything took a turn
An unforeseen course
Instead of taking flight
We decided to fight
Not a ticket but a petition
Not acceptance but resistance
Not submission but dissent
Not reluctance but decision
Amongst the darkness
A voice
A face
A story
Emerged
Asking
Demanding
Accountability
To promises
To memos
To discretion
Given and Ignored
By our side
They were present
The course
The action
The result
Not a deportation
Not a resolution
Limbo once more…
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