Dear Mr. President
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Dear Mr. President,
America is supposed to be the land of opportunity,
yet we shuffle families back to their home lands and
barricade dreamers from coming to this ground with a wall
like chains on the legs of prisoners,
dreams deferred; locked behind a cell of gate
Dear Mr. President,
1 in 2 Latina girls will be pregnant by 20.
Did you know you spend 9 billion dollars a year on pregnancy,
yet undocumented citizens can’t have insurance:
what if your daughters were shoved to the side because
they’re just a statistic;
because they don’t have ink
on paper to claim citizen,
yet recite the pledge of allegiance
every morning.
How many times do you recite this sacred oath?
what if they came to escape drug cartels and sex trafficking;
yet you traffic them back to where they came from
like giving back the gift of life.
Dear Mr. President,
How does it feel to have the power to do so much good,
yet use it for so much bad?
These humans have no memories
of their prior countries
like being baptized
they’re reborn Americans;
don’t you see we’re all the same,
the only thing separating us is a jagged line,
You spend so much time wasting
away on wars with unprivileged nations,
yet your people are waging wars with themselves;
we murder each other like it’s a game;
to the point where children
can no longer play hide and seek
without getting snatched
and you snatch back children
who’ve lived in America since
months marked their birth.
Mr. President send your troops to protect
the wars within us all;
stealing might just be the worst of sins,
we steal truths to feel less oppressed,
so we say things like
“Those foreigners are collecting our jobs like loose change”
when really Americans are stealing their chances of being free
but the stars never shine bright enough for them to see
that exit slips are your way of free.
And my ancestors
crossed at Elis Island
only they never played red rover with your system
they were immediately industrialized.
Dear Mr. President you evacuated 1.9 million
undocumented immigrants since your reign,
360 thousand in 2013 alone,
yet you talked to them with hope,
you encouraged them to apply for Obamacare,
that their identities would remain private;
but who are you kidding,
no child left behind
turned into
no undocumented left here.
Yet Mark 12:31 says to love
your neighbor as yourself
Mr. President,
Mr. President,
Mr.
President,
if Jesus came to the United States
would you ask him for his papers?
When Jesus comes to the United States
he’ll be holding a sign that says
“None of my children are illegal.”
they’re merely suffocating
in self-righteousness,
and you’re the leader.
they want white picket fences,
to keep out drug menaces,
green paper to feed children,
and medicine for broken souls.
Dear Mr. President,
why can’t you rescue
all Americans,
even the ones who
escaped dictators,
to embrace your privilege.
Mr. President,
do you remember when you
were the minority,
did anyone ever ask
to see your papers?