The Poet

Felix — I wrote a poem about how I suffered for six months while I lived on the streets. I wrote this when I stayed at The Bunker. I add the phrase ‘There is only one me,’ to the top of everything I write.

Somebody, anybody help me

by Felix Peralta

Only the strong-minded will survive the deportation

It’s not easy surviving when you get deported from the US

Especially if you lose everything

Family, which is the most important

The material things come and go.

It’s like a bad dream

but you’re living it for real

Just imagine being born in Mexico

and your family takes you across the border

to the United States of America.

You grow up,

finish high school,

then join the armed forces.

You serve your country because you were raised there.

Life seems so beautiful.

Your family loves you and you love them back.

You’re saying — this is life!

Then, after serving your country, you make a wrong choice

Or should I say — you break the law.

You’re put in jail and you do your time.

You get deported back to the country where you were born

With no money,

Lost in another world,

Depression hits you like a sledgehammer.

And you say to yourself — my life is over. I miss my family.

And you start saying to yourself — I should have done things differently.

But it’s too late.

Somebody, help me

Alcohol, drugs help me

I’m lost in a world where I was born, but don’t know

Why me?

The wall separates me from my loved ones

So close, but so far away

Help, help, somebody. Anybody.

Walking the streets of Tijuana with my hands in my pockets,

looking down at the ground,

lost and afraid to look up because I see a great big wall

that separates me from my family.

I want to forget.

Walking, walking

Don’t have a destination

Can’t get a job

I’m dirty

Haven’t taken a shower

Time went by so fast


Don’t know what to do

Where am I?

What happened to me?

Drugs, alcohol, please help me

I’m too dirty to ask for a job

I hear my dad’s voice:

Felix, don’t beg for money

You have two hands and two feet — work.

But where, dad? I’m too dirty. I can’t do it, dad.

Dad, my heart hurts so much.

I want to go back, dad

But this wall won’t let me.

Felix, get up and start walking and looking

Lucha, camina

I can’t, dad.

Alcohol, drugs, please help me forget for awhile.

This damn wall separates me from my family.

I can’t do it

Just want to give up and die

People are dying all around

I smell the rot

Their minds are gone

They walk like zombies

No direction

Am I going to be like them?

Alcohol, drugs, please help me.

I’m still the same

Lost in a different world

So close but so far away

Maybe if I close my eyes it all will disappear.

No, still here

Great big wall

Please, somebody, help

Anybody, help me.

[Editor’s Note: Printed with permission.]

Love is kind. HUMAN+KIND