The Border by Brandyce Bea Marquez-CDC# WH1940

The Border...

The Border to me means Freedom

it means home,

it means safe,

when your like, Finally Thank God.

The pain I feel not being on the other side

is devastatingly aching.

Feeling trapped in a concrete box filled with sorrow

The Border...

The Border to me means joy.

It means the hustle and bustle of hard working people,

the scent of fresh tortillas with cinnamon and sugar in the air

The Air...

people say the air over there is no good,

but to me it's the cleanest, purest air

I've never gotten the chance to breathe

The Border...

The Border to me means tears,

Tears of Joy I feel to be home or almost there

just an arms length away, yet I cannot reach.

The Border...

The Border to me means sanctuary

The Mexican Flag flying in the air standing proud,

the music, the beaches, the sounds, the food, the culture all around.

Oh how I miss The Border, Oh how I miss to be free

But freed to you I are very different,

Freedom to me is not here, it's not a in regular clothes on the other side of this,

That's still a prison to me.

Freedom to me is across The Border

and that is where I want to be.

---Brandyce Bea Marquez WH1920

     California Institute for Women