A poem by Lisa Eve Cheby in response to the order from Attorney General Barr to not allow asylum seekers, even those who pass the credible fear test, to request a bond hearing.

"And I could only think about the little boy screaming my name, feeling scared, because they took me far away, handcuffed, in front of him."

"I am very sick. Sometimes I feel like I can't do it anymore. Now I'm set to be deported back to my country, where they will likely take my life away, but there's nothing left to do."

A Christian musician, FBM fled the Democratic Republic of the Congo after his father was during a January 2018 protest march in Kinshasa.

Abraham's poem is a poignant and powerful blend of faith, pain and hope.

Detained for 2 years, Honore lives with pain, inadequate food - and rats. "I am without hope to leave," he writes.

A former Border Patrol agent talks frankly about the daily harm inflicted upon immigrants by his former colleagues.

We desperately need to raise money in the next 24 hours for a lawyer to attend my husband's court hearing.

Christina was with her husband when he was yanked off a bus for failing to produce his "papers." Then he was placed into a room with 20 other men and fed only a piece of bread, a slice of cheese, and water three times a day.