access america.

try to enter: 
wall on the ground, 
divided land 
and massacred tribes. 
skin red 
from blood or 
evolution? 

tormented daydreaming seeming never ending. 

let’s try. 
let’s try, 
try 
to access america. 

try to exit: 
sky upside down, 
bruises not healed 
and scars still remain. 
are we sinking 
or losing 
our wings? 

tortured little babies seeming always dying. 

let’s try. 
try. 
try to, 
let’s try 
to access america. 

run over 
borders and digitalized 
cells into a 
plastic self 
with 
no hope of succeeding 
or escaping, 
because: 

access has been denied. 
access has been denied. 
access has been denied.

1999.