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Undocumented Child

a tiny child alone in a room full of children. and strangers in corners with their arms folded in agony, she cries uncontrolled tears not able to comprehend what is
no loving arms of comfort no familiar hands reaching to protect her the floor is as cold as regulations that fail to acknowledge her need for more than simple sustenance 
regulations with no reflection--no regard for the ripping, the tearing, the shredding of worlds from worlds fighting for life in worlds regarded as  worlds apart. a new start, but no
not for this little one left alone with dirty tears marking her sun-drenched cheeks in a nation full of strangers in cars  or kitchens, on subways or offices with their arms folded.
but all she really needs is her mommy.

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