We got a letter in the mail for you today
Its like they are mocking us
Shoving in our faces that you’re no longer here
6 years after your deportation and still
That constant reminder that makes me ill
Straight to my stomach
The powerless look in your eyes behind that glass
That broken smile
Lost hope of a family
Hope lost of ever being reunited
The look in the judge’s eyes: disgusted
Its like in a way, he’s loving this
Then there is…
The look in my mothers eyes
At the end of the day just another letter
But to us a reminder of the open wound that refuses to heal
It will never heal
And you may be a phone call away
But its not the same
Between us a distance that neither of us can get pass
A border that neither of us can trespass
A sad reality part of many realities
Families torn apart over pieces of paper
Over the luxury of being born across the imaginary line that separates us all
Who does this land belong to anyways?
How can it be mine or yours or his or hers?
Why can’t it be ours?
When I hear la raza unida
All I can think of the human race
And the only way we will persist
Is if we learn to coexist
With one and other
But this letter in the mail tells another story
Un cuento de que
We are not welcome
And my darker skin pigmentation makes us different
A fight between good and evil
Lets keep it real though, aren’t we both evil?
At the end of the day though this doesn’t even matter it was just another reminder
And just another letter.