I asked immigration for information
about my children.
Immigration took my children
when we crossed the border.
They wouldn’t tell me where they are.
They wouldn’t let me talk to them.
I passed the credible fear examination.
They told me I was leaving detention.
I asked about my children.
The day I left detention
there was nothing about my children.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
No talk about where they were.
No talk about how to find them.
They just let me go.
That was that.
I feel very strongly:
I have the right to know
where my children are.
I am their mother.
They are my children.