Tijuana at the Gate

New in town

Need a job

A place to stay

Belonging, food, clothing, shelter, safety.

“Stay back from the gate!

They're out recruiting.”

Life's so uncertain, makes no sense.

I'm the stranger—we all are.

Community is what I need.

It's what they offer—

with strings attached.

I left those strings away back home.

I wouldn't join the gangs back there.

I had to leave for room to breathe.

For room to live, to freely move.

They're at the gate.

I am the prey.

Alone.

Displaced.

Nowhere to turn.

Will I find strings to keep me here?

Ties to community

Ties to resources

Ties to life

Ties that make me free to move

Ties that tell me I belong.


10/16/2025,
Casa del Migrante, Tijuana, BC, Mexico

©Copyright 2025, Christopher B. Harbin 



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