Border Crossing In Another’s Shoes

Jennifer Thao, Student
Monday, November 16, 2009

During our week in Mexico we crossed the border every day.  Each time I made the trip I imagined how different it would be without my American passport, as an immigrant with no papers but a wish for a better life…
Each time I cross the Border I: See footprints left behind from my brothers and sisters….
Each time I cross the Border I: Feel the scorching heat of the sun on my face….
Each time I cross the Border I: Hear the heavy breathing of the other border crossers….
Each time I cross the Border I: Taste the dust from the desert land….
Each time I cross the Border I: Smell nothing but the sweat from my body….
Each time I cross the Border I: Am terrified that the coyotes will abandon me….
Each time I cross the Border I: Worry about my family waiting for me to return… Sometimes I don’t want to return but
Each time I cross the Border I: Tell myself that I need this and my family
needs this….
Each time I cross the Border:
A piece of me stays with the desert lands….

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