I’m Not from Here
Yo soy de otra tierra
I’ve had Nothing to eat
Nothing for Days
Days of walking,
hunkering in backs of trucks,
hiding,
silently,
walking again,
Walking.
And now I’m Here.
The Place of Promise
The Place of the Tales
The Place of our Dreams
You know the one.
The Place with the Statue.
But I’m still hungry.
I guess I could eat my papers
~ My Documents ~
But I don’t have any.
Yo soy de otra tierra
I’m not from Here.
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