America

I must walk through the biggest desserts in mexico to find her. I must swim across the dangerous rivers for her. I must learn to walk even without shoes. I must think of her as she gives me hope. I must for my mother is sick. I must drink only a little bit of water so it can last. I must fight against the evil of man. I must for America is waiting for me. Waiting to hold me. As I run to her with all my might. As she surrounds me in her arms full of thorns. I am scared. I see myself in a cage, hungry, cold, and confused. Where am i? America is that you? Why must you do this to me? Did I love you too much? Was I too naive? Was I lied to? As I stare the concrete floor, All I can think about is my mother's hands Such beautiful hands So warm and gentle