My Fate

The walls are caving in

I no longer know where my home is.

If I could change one thing

I would change the color of my skin.

Born in a country called Bolivia surrounded by

poverty

Found refuge in a country that has kept my identity a

secret.

If I could change one thing

I would change my immigration status.

Maybe that would convert my mother’s frozen

worried face into a warm embrace?

While others feel safe in this country I stay awake

 Wondering if immigration will take me away

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow what will become of me?

With no social security.

With a lawyer that betrays my family.

If I had the chance to change my fate I would become a citizen of the United States.

 

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