I bake brownies
while black holes open up inside me
as I consider how many families
won't have moments like this
anymore
not since the reign of ICE
those balls of hail tearing apart generations
innocents sit now
in overheated tents
waiting to die
they don't get to bake brownies
yet I do
despite not deserving it more than them
simply because of the color of my skin
because I don't speak Spanish
I get to come home to my child
I get to have a home
I don't have to get deported
I just get to bake brownies
and sit with this despairing awareness
of the depths of life's cruelty
and my seemingly helpless nature
to make it all stop
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Lolly Vieira
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