Crúzate conmigo wey and let me dream

No liase que seamos undocuqueer

Al cabo que el amor no ocupa visas



Firma con tus labios el contrato de mi piel

March next to me

Aquí no vale el papel

Propose to me at a demonstration

Kiss me and retaliate at this ******* system of subordination



Baby we are fighting for love

(and against deportation)



            No pardon needed here for being fierce

The only paper I need right now is the one embracing this ink

I also need you here

No human is illegal

And love is undocuqueer.

Once they told me I couldn’t speak

So I yelled        I conjured love           I sang

            I prayed and moaned

I wrote             I recited healing thoughts

            Then, I also spoke

                        But when I spoke they laughed at my accent:

So I wrote more poetry just so that I could expose it even more

Turned my accent into seeds and planted them deep within my soul



I painted my accent,               made an offering to my Mother Tongue

            Blood offering, feathers and honey and all kinds of foods

                        I praised my tongue, I spoke  

            I accented my existence

Because I don’t speak plainish

            I speak with Spice.

it ain’t got to be so complicated

knowledge should be available

free and running like water streams and ****



love should not be incarcerated

neither should dreams be lacerated

amongst barbed wire fences and ****



no body parts should feed the desert

no last breaths should be taken at the edge of dreams



why is it gotta be so **** complicated?

Filling out papers and ****

Singing hymns and chants to the empire

            Why should some hide their red

            While others call it patriotism?

Yet, the sinister of their practice is glorified and praised and ****

Praised like Jesus.. en el nombre de Cristo Jesus



A pregnant woman left to starve

            While pedestrians watched

                        And children recorded

Children,

            Children beaten by life

Children who beat other children unconscious

Drug dealing children

            ******* children

                        Illegal alien children

Poor children

                        Poor colored children



Why has **** got to be so complicated?

We as a society feed off their flesh

Their voice, their fall from grace

We feast off their broken spirits

Cash checks over their corpses

And we demand more



What type of society are we

            That we demand doom

                        While claiming privilege and ****?

He has all the wrong signs,

Every red flag,

Says every **** scary word on my  “Girl ruuuun for your life” dictionary,

And yet I desire him.


He is everything that is wrong with me,

He is me 10 years ago:

Surrounded by spirit,

He is music without lyrics,

He is all that is wrong with me.


The embodiment of NO,

He’s a bird with no song,

Wingless, dreamless and plastic,

His standards are elastic,

And he won't let me breathe...

He is everything that is wrong with me

And yet

Object of my desire