The Outback, My Home

I’ve grown up in Mexico City

A city full of smoke and people

A city where engines roar and clouds loom above

A place where I can never be free

I now live in the outback of Australia

A vast wasteland of red dirt and trees

A land where kookaburras cackle

A farm where sheep stand

The city can never have me

Where my sister and I play with our chickens

Where we build cubbies out of lifeless branches

which once belonged to the ghost gum tree

The city can never have me

The paddocks full of crops

The prickles that stab into my feet

The screeches of the cockatoos

The city can never have me

Now I can always be free

The city will never, ever have me