Nothing is Too Much For You

I think about you, sweet brown baby.

Your mother could have been one of my students.

You are both cold and the ground is hard.

A toothbrush would not have been too much.

When you cough,

Does your mother’s hand soothe your back,

Or is it too stiff from aching with weariness?

A pillow would not have been too much.

Do you miss your home, or have you already forgotten what it feels like to be safe and warm?

I pray this is not the first home you remember.

A bar of soap would not have been too much.

I do not know if you can speak yet

And my own Spanish is broken.

I pray for you in the only words I know.

If God hears us, why is the state deaf?

A healthy meal would not have been too much.

My little cousin got on the bus today to go to sleep-away camp.

It is summer, and you should both be playing and free.

The people on the news don’t want to call your prison what it actually is,

This is a bastardized concentration in verbal correctness.

Even a supposed 3 days of detainment is too much.

It should not be a crime

To want a good life,

When there are houses that are empty and food that goes to waste.

You were born,

Therefore, and simply only because of that, you deserve to be free.

Sweet brown baby,

When you feel your mother’s tears fall on top of your head as she holds you close,

Know those tears are a promise,

That she will not give up,

And neither will we.

You are enough reason

To fight.

To dream for a chance at life

Will never have been too much.

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