Seen
Heard them run from the boarder,
never given the chance, they were stopped with order.
They were told stories of change,
yet I was the one given to gleam.
I was outraged,
I heard of this idea of the American Dream.
But I have seen the reality,
that we all aren't given the same opportunity as all.
If we want something we have to work twice as hard or else we'll fall.
As I grow I see we aren't as free.
As a hispanic I am not seen,
however I see my worth that Im just as good.
Therefore Why I am here in my adulthood.
Being seen.
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