"...Perpetrating an invasion of and predatory incursion" - Donald Trump

​Inmates attend class on social behavior during a press tour of the Terrorism Confinement Center, or CECOT, in Tecololuca, El Salvador, Thursday, Oct. 12, 2023. Inmates wear masks as a precaution to not spread COVID-19. (AP Photo)

We flew here, not free like a bird flies.
We flew here but there were no cocktails.
We flew here but there will be no frequent flyer miles.

I heard after we got here, the planes were ordered back.
There was no return flight.  Turn the planes around.
There was no return to the states. Ooops!

I'm not from here. I don't want to be here. 
I don't belong here. They say I'm a gang member,
but I'm not. Some of those here may be, but not all.
Not me!

They line us up and shave our heads. Everyone has hair
and then they don't. It's on the floor next to each prisoner. 
They sweep it all together in a giant dark mound.
The bareness feels humiliating.
  
I feel as hollow on the inside as a chocolate easter bunny.
I haven't eaten in a while. I don't care to.
I could not keep anything down. 

We cannot talk among ourselves. Guards bark orders at us. 
Shut up!  Sit still! They called me lady. I reply, I'm no landy! 
Guard replies, you are damn straight. You're a bitch, not a lady. 

They try and elicit reactions. When we don't answer back
they get upset. They want to yank our cords. It’s all
mind games. Sitting cross legged. It's been hours
since we arrived. Nothing to do. I fear we will rot here.