The Dream of a Beautiful America
You’ve taught my people that our presence here was crucial
You recognized our strengths and knew we were beyond your flaws, didn’t you, America?
You praised us becaused now it was possible to be seen as an inclusive nation while
maintaining your oppressive nature
It was now acceptable because you knew we were going to be resilient to the trials and
tribulations thrown at us
So, blindly, we made our journey to you, America
Days and nights through the blazing deserts of Mexico
Constantly wondering if we would ever live to meet you with your promised warm embrace
At night, laying underneath the spiraling blanket of the vast universe, we began to dream
A dream so obscure, but not far from reach
A dream of prosperity for our children
A dream of peace for our souls
No longer did we have to worry, America, when we were with you
You promised us a better life and that promise was going to be worth our aching limbs and
broken hearts
But when we met, I could not fathom the half of it
You fed me your hatred, I spit it out in disgust
You threw at me discrimination, but I turned it into a game of catch with my brothers and sisters
Your nasty words did not phase me, so try harder, America
Or so I thought.
At night, I would cry myself to sleep because I knew I had left my life behind only to feel your
wrath.
Tears, pouring down my cheeks when I began to think of my children and how they would
experience what I did.
The only thing I could hold onto was the Dream.
The Dream was the reason I could wake up the next morning, renewed of the spirit and clear of
the mind.
I will tolerate the oppression if it means prosperity for my children and grandchildren
And one day, the spark of courage they need will reignite, and they will speak out against you so
nobody will have to endure the pain I did.
We know that if we call out to you, we should expect no response
From this day forward, we fight for the Dream, united because you taught us that there was no
other choice.