Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Justicia, where is the border?
Do you perform the art? Discover the self?
You climb the steps but over no wall
Where is the Hutto border?
Buying and trading those who buy into free trade
Born on the “wrong” side?
“Why is God not helping us?”
Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Pink, Pink, Pink
I’ve seen her before
Hutto, Hut-who, Hut-what, Who you?
Justicia, where is the border?
Do you perform the art? Discover the self?
A native Arizonan, I watched my contractor father pick up day laborers from empty lots.
He doesn’t do it anymore.
I’ve never been sure how I feel about either choice.
What I know is that Mexico isn’t Latin America, the way a rectangle isn’t a perfect square.
You climb the steps but over no wall
You tape yourself, your heart, to your flag.
¿Dónde está su frontera?
¿Dónde está su frontera?
Justicia, where is your border?
BY HH
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