"I Have a Dream of a Taller Wall..."
I dream that the country I live in will love me
Like I have loved it.
I am grateful
But how has my country,which I left everything behind for been grateful back
By fitting me into a group, calling me a rapist
When I am not even an illegal.
By bombarding me with microaggresions
"Wow you speak English so well," it has told me.
Meaning it has judged whether I was "American" enough.
Meaning it has stripped me of something I had found so essential in my identity.
I moved to America when I was five.
Yet, now when I look to my country and ask for it to help
It looks back
not at me, but rather away from me.
It turns a blind eye to the injustices I am going through.
Do I not have an unalienable right to life?
Or did I happen to miss something in the fineprint?
It's funny, but it's true, I might as well be an actual alien.
Since the foreign looks people have given me sure seemed aimed towards one.
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allamas01
I am Mexican- American. I am currently enrolled in high school. I'm in my school's track team and do community service at the local library and a science center. Writing, reading and sports are some of my favorite hobbies. I've grown up in what many people call the "ghettoes", however for me this place doesn't really coincide with the meaning people assign to that word. This place is where mama first held me, where I learned to ride a bike, where I had my first love. I look lovingly and gratefully to the ghettoes, my home. So yes, I can say that these aspects of my life have shaped me, however, my job, now, has become to shape the aspects of my life, my community and my world for the better.
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