Border Crosser
by Brad Horton

I crossed at the border
and no one questioned me
me, an American, outside of America

I crossed at the border
and they questioned me
me, an American, inside America

where were you born?
in a hospital, cut from my mother
and again in the desert, cut from my mother

what is your job?
freedom fighter, but
I'm not sure if I fight for or against it

where do you live?
in a house, that border crossers built

Why were you not in America?
Because I am an American.
What's that supposed to mean?
turn on the news.



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Copyright © 2007 - Brad Horton
Published: 6/28/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem