Borders, Echoes within

As I was waiting at the international border a thunder was heard,
A flock of birds flew from below.
It was not just a blast and silence,
But an echo that went for miles in violence.
And you might say… How would you know?
It was the movement of the birds, wouldn’t you say so?
Soon after, a group of teenagers came running to Mexico.
Some were white, others were black, and a few were brunette,
But the Asian one got my attention,
For he came walking with no perturbation.

That got me thinking… how deep are our borders?
Some are for intruders, others for robbers,
Others for the undocumented and the unwanted,
Then again, those are but physical borders.
What about our internal borders?
They seem to be constructed since our childhood.

Some were born from our parents views over the years,
Yet others were born from our very own fears.
People seem to be walking in between walls,
Some are much more equipped than most of us.
I guess it’s because of their jobs.
Some others are just for show,
Maybe because of their internal disputes
Over their own glow,
And let’s not forget the glasslike ones,
They show themselves as they are;
However, you can’t even leave a speck,
Or else they’ll wipe it on the spot…
Others are spotless, but internal screams will echo within.
I sometimes wonder which is my border, have you?

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