You can build a wall with words;
brick by brick, stack up fear and hate.
Sir, the wall you seek?
It’s already standing.
Here is the ugly truth: this nation was built through genocide, on the backs of slaves, upon the false principle whiteness reigns supreme.
Here is another truth: my family is no different than those at the border. I am a descendant of immigrants. Brazened by hope, they crossed the Atlantic to start anew and blessed me with a better future.
I want to spend my life tearing down walls of hate with words of love. I raise my voice because my faith demands it.
Listen. Our brothers and sisters wait at the door. Will we show them heartlessness or compassion?
Erin Strybis 