harsha reminded me of this poem I wrote her after we met for the first time in 2010 after knowing each other for years. she is really amazing. you can check out this: 
http://unsettlingamerica.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/decolonize-together/   or this: http://noii-van.resist.ca/?page_id=4225  to see a little of how magic she is. this poem is dedicated to all loved ones who are separated by the hallucination story of the border.






insh'allah
for harsha walia


We hug hard for five minutes on a Vancouver couch.

You lift me up. Giddy gloss of joy.

Were you in Detroit, girl?

Nah, girl, I can't cross the border! No border for me!

you chirp. Scream so loud when I tell you our friend played with my nipples for three hours.

I flash you my bra so you'll talk before me at our gig so I can soak up your light

before you go running to another plane to another BDS conference

My wedding is in four days! Maybe if it was a demonstration it'd be planned!

I can't even walk down the block without the cops yelling at me!

This border is bad meat, a hallucination, a wavering line

a stupid idea. Can't we blink and it'll be gone?

My brown skin marries brown craziness for a piece of paper 2.5 x 1.5 inches

with radio waves embedded in my face that I stick in my wallet

and I can cross it

you passport too, you can't.

Stick your toe over it, back.

Stick your tongue out at the border.

You wave your fingers in a heart around your chest

point it at me,

we hug each other tight on this couch, on this unceeded territory of each other

on the island of forty-seven minutes we have.

I say I'll see you soon you say I hope you will sweetie, I hope

I say, I'm holding you in my heart

travel safe to the BDS conference, girl

insh'allah

brown girl wings wrap around you, sister

brown girls wings hold us safe

lift us flying laughing uproarious brown girl birds flapping wings over the border

thumbing noses and laugh cracking crow throats

insh'allah