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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