Eleventh Transmission –

"Alien" by Jocelyn Ibarra


Title image shows a row of modern windmills at dawn, with the sun rising.

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Published January 1, 2022


by Jocelyn Ibarra
(Easton, Pennsylvania, USA)

It's said aliens roam the Earth,
with silver ships and green bodies.

They scream we're the aliens
But we come in peace

They have zero tolerance
like the wall that divides us

When will I see you again papá?
We're light years apart

The strangers in their green clothes took me to the silver cages
But I will be strong like your arms which held me tight

They scream we're aliens:
unwanted, unwelcome, un-American.

Jocelyn Ibarra: I am a first gen Mexican American woman. I'm about to graduate and I've never felt so much pride in my culture than these past four years. This poem comes from the perspective of a Mexican child watching as his father is getting taken by immigration officials. Follow me on instagram @jjoce.llynn.

This poem is included in Poetry World #2, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.

Previously published in Eleventh Transmission:
The Interview
by Bruce A. Heap

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