Come Home Mis Niños by Andrea Gomez Poem by Ted Gomez

When I first met the bodies, I was still
Until I wasn't
Their corpses told me stories
Of suffering, of escape, of sinking, of floating
Of scorched skin
Of using my water to baptize themselves
Into a country who doesn't even love them
So they changed my current didn't they?
Well tell these politicians, these white supremacists
These racists that they must journey over unforgiving
Oceans, rivers, and lands that will kill them
Tell them that we all return back to the jelly of the earth
We return to water and dust
Tell them to let my children rest
Let their brown bodies look peacefully sunken
But my water will still be a riot, angry dead set on..
Tell them I'm raging… tell them I'm back!
So you thought you could just tile my children on my river
Floor and I would never come for you? !
That you never allowed their families to claim them
Haven't you ever wondered why oceans taste like tears
Ever wondered why seashells look like bone, look like skull
If you listen closely you can hear your ancestors screaming
But white people have forgotten the weight of water the weight
Of gravity.. The weight of bringing family home