• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 11

You Want A Wall?

You want a wall?
we will build a wall
of prickly pear

to keep you out
we will hunker low
in our landscape

dry river beds
will spring to life
in a moment

under the right
conditions, our land
is ripe for spring

growth, red earth coats
the ancient shoulders
of our mothers

and together
we daughters are bound
in blood, we raise

voices, concrete
cannot contain song
that will be free.