The hot stench of summer seeps into the cells

Inside one, a young boy dreams of a free county

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 dreams 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