They crossed the borders chasing light,
With calloused hands and dreams held tight.
Built towers high, picked fruits from trees,
Raised children, others left with ease.
They labored quiet, bore the strain,
In fields, in kitchens, under rain.
While those with suits and native names,
Played ***** too, yet bore no blame.
A theft is theft, a crime is a crime-
But somehow, race defines our time.
When Javier sins they shout and roar,
But Jake’s mistakes they just ignore.
A bottle tossed, a fight at night,
One’s deported, one’s “just right”
A broken law, a petty theft,
One’s a threat, the other’s left.
Then came a man with a golden crest,
Who stirred up fear, proclaimed a quest;
“To cleanse the land,” he said with pride,
As children wailed and mothers cried.
He wields his power like a sword,
Cuts families down without a word.
No justice, just a show of might,
A “king” enthroned by bitter spite.
But power built on fear will fade,
As tides of truth will not be swayed.
The land they walked, the sweat they gave,
Will bloom beyond the threats he made.
For laws are hallowed without grace,
And justice wears a human face.
So judge them fair, or judge us all,
Lest we, not they, cause freedoms fall.
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Sep 19, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
It still surprises me—
how she makes my chest feel too small
to hold everything I feel.
My heart runs fast, but not from fear—
it runs to her.
I blush too easily.
I hope she doesn’t notice,
but maybe I want her to.
There’s something holy
in loving without conditions,
without borders.
I don’t just want her—
I’m already committed,
as if my soul quietly signed her name
long before my lips ever could.
She doesn’t even know
that she is the dream
I keep waking up inside of.
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Sep 19, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC