I can’t say I’ve paid a coyote perilous trek to the Texas border I can’t say I’m crossing the Mediterranean small boat with ninety others I can’t say I’ve been confined twenty years tin shack in a barbed-wire camp I can’t say I was driven from my homeland colonial fiat favoring European Jews I can’t say bombs level my city rubble my building, maim my children what I can say is I’m pretending to be safe here in the global north I can say I forgo meat, shun plastics & won’t fight back when barbarians — people just like me burst through the gates