My people are at the forefront of deals
Addressed by agreements
Both political and of extracted emotion
Teeming at the sides of the border----
Faces both known and unwelcomed,
Adept to all that is sacrifice,
Inept to the taxonomy that awaits them
They strip themselves while human
And others choose to call them alien
Grouped as narratives, forced into processes
Of detention,
They search for comfort in the butterflies above them

A butterfly only leaves in suffering,
With broken wings
And twisted antennae
Some never embrace their cocoon,
Nestled by the idea of an escape

Escaping into the unknown,
They are received as a threat,
Landing on the tips of America’s fingers
They hope to be nurtured by its palms,
Yet are confronted with a hand that can only clench
And never caress,
Caught in the roundabouts of
all that is mechanical
And never humane

They spread, wings expand,
And catchers come their way,
To remind them of the wall
that taught them how to fly

They flutter in this delicate riot,
That is mostly inaudible

Unthreatened by dangers,
Untouched by change 

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