From NY Times: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/08/us/migrant-children-family-separation-court.html

Migrant Children in Search of Justice: A 2-Year-Old’s Day in Immigration Court

Fernanda Jacqueline Davila, in Tegucigalapa, Honduras, earlier this year, has been in government custody since she was taken from her grandmother at the border in late July.

 

Desperately Alone

 

Forever away, a bus, a truck, I walk

From mi casa to where?

Looking up, grown-ups they talk

 

Mimi, where do we go?

Dolly is with me so I’m content

What better life, how so?

 

What is an America, this building, cold stone?

Big man, badge shiny, carries me, Mimi, Mimi I cry

I shiver, in a room, tears, desperately alone

 

Day becomes, night, and another

They feed me, give me crayons

Grown-ups, a sister, maybe a brother

 

What is this family, no love, no kisses?

Days, weeks, months, my life

Pulling the blanket, mi casa Dolly misses

 

Another bus, another scary place, I see

New York, the noise, another building of stone

Tears, fears, waiting in a chair too big for me

 

The grown-up in a robe, seems nice, right

She speaks, others tell me her words

But questions I don’t know, so I nod polite

 

Tears as I’m carried away again

What have I done to be so far from mi casa

Is it what I’ve heard, did I sin?

 

Is this my life, one more building of stone?

Another grown-up in a robe

I wait in a big chair, face wet, desperately alone