fronteras

I count nothing but borders
in any direction.
My star was third-rate,
not my sun.

My body clashes with laws
to change places.
My dream, king among kings,
starts walking.

I count a long list of yets,
marginalized from a world I make but don't live.
Each boundary is an affront to my sweat,
my verse, my blood.

Land borders,
sea borders,
sand borders,
air borders.
Sex borders,
racial borders,
dream borders
and realities.

Notorious borders,
burning borders,
famous borders,
hunger borders.
Borders of disgrace,
legal borders,
hate borders,
infamous borders.

My country is poor, my skin a mixture,
my government outlawed, my utopian hosts.
I am a candidate for the inventory of omission,
for not being global.

Borders that govern
the highest places,
tangible borders
and always untouchable.
Equally perpetual
as provisional,
borders envelop me
on all my sides.