Perhaps, she cries, it was a poor decision
To travel from my home to yours without permission.
For that, I beg forgiveness and your prayers
But my child was *****, you see,
My husband cut to shreds for simply making eye contact.
And I felt ashamed for living.

So we traveled through the desert,
Through the heat and storm and wind.
To ask for your forgiveness
For something I could not forgive myself.

Though you have my child,
Though you took my freedom.
Though you made me your pawn
Not unlike those in my homeland.

I ask only that you keep my children safe.
Provide them with a better life than mine.
And above all love them as your own,
Because now that is who they are.

My heart is broken, but my spirit strong.
Knowing my child is better off now than before.
You have killed me, America,
In a way my country never could.

Take my children to your *****,
And keep them safe as my memory fades.
As I return to my homeland
To that deadly, dangerous place.