Mexico is a cruel country

That eats you with their eyes

And they take out your heart and chew it

My body has no law

I am a flower

That blooms at night

My petals open with pride

Unfurling like flags

So distinct and so sure

I have a name I have identity

In languages no one can speak

I have thoughts that are lost

At the bottom of the ocean

Drift so far from

The land of my body

A map of my body

Where is it

Where am I now

I don’t want to be a victim

But my spine stiffens with thorns

Waiting for sacrifice

Or redemption

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