Thu, 10/03/2019 - 14:10 -- Lique98

You were young 

and dumb.


A  man from Juárez,

driving around Aurora.


Banda music blaring

 from the speakers,

of your red hoopty. 


Spanish rolling off 

your tongue,

as you sang along.


Unaware of the car,

pulling out in front of you.




Fear etching its way into your mind. 

Anxiety setting in.


You were from México,

Not Aurora.


You were illegal, and insurance-free.


You had to 

make your move.




or the cops would send you back.

Back to Juárez, México.


You flew out of the car

running down the uneven roads.


Not caring enough to look back.

Not caring enough to look back


At what you forgot.

At what you forgot?


The baby carrier.


At who you forgot.

At you you forgot?


Your newborn baby.


You forgot your baby.

You forgot me,


But I still can’t forget about you.


This poem is about: 
My family
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