The hot stench of summer seeps into the cells 

Inside one, a young boy dreams of a free country 

Across the world, a young girl dreams her family to America 

But to dream for forever is to always live in your head 

Another boy puts his life on hold and posts his brother’s bail

Another girl, monitors her mother’s schizophrenic dreams 

But to keep for forever is to never life your own life 

And so, we have the dreamers who move mountains with their minds 

And the keepers, watching over ensuring they don’t die trying 

With two flags sewn as one, I am equal parts of both worlds 

But to be two halves of something is to be whole of nothing 

I do not have my father’s eyes, but if you cut me, I have his heart

I do not have my mother’s skin but if you cut me, I bleed her colors 

For now, I am both my fathers dreams and a keeper of my mother’s tongue 

I am half of two somethings, and I am wholly alright