This is a piece that speaks true to my personal Latinx experience of growing up as an illegal immigrant in the United States. An experience that speaks to many in this country. I am fortunate to be a permanent resident after 15 years, allowing me to speak up and be vulnerable in a piece like this. Things that people of my community face consist of fears of deportation. Not being able to rely on the police force. Being limited to career paths due to status. Having our own president not support us. Relying on our communities for support. I aim to voice these concerns through my voice and my experience. ______________ Sí Se Puede After many years on the fence of expressing fear, I remember growing up hiding without cheer, La Migra comin' in... La Migra comin' out, the boys in black having ICE as their shout. Libertad. Remember my mama when she would take me to the store, letting me know not to talk to tira azules as I got indoor. Talkin' bout how they "serve and protect." More like they leave you at "refrain and neglect." La comunidad to help me feel at home. La comunidad to help me feel at home. Libertad. Sí Se Puede is our middle name, para lograr nuestro sueños will make our fame. But every once in a while el diablo comes down, to let us know you will always drown. Libertad. There's a message I heard throughout my life, that I will be stuck here staying in the strife. La lucha, los sufrimientos, el miedo - All the more that we will continue to grow. Libertad. With the status of permanent given after fifteen years, it does not make me forget my roots and all those tears. "Sí Se Puede" is the battle song, legal or not, we all belong. We're more American than the "American." Libertad. So the government continues to leave us flat, knowin' the wetback ain't the back to scratch. But a storm is coming in and that wall will be another Berlin. The strength of millions chanting, sí se puede will win. The strength of millions chanting, sí se puede will win.
"When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy." —Rumi Thank you for reading 💐 If you enjoy my writing, please check out my latest novel, THROUGH AN OPAQUE WINDOW! #linkinbio ✍🏼️📖 It’s like #toalltheboysilovedbefore meets #whenharrymetsally 👀 This work is no. 83 in the 130 Things I Never Told You Series.
I'm such a dopamine fiend I crave it I look into different ways to get it Exercise often, meditate, eat more fish and butter, drink green tea It's crazy How much work goes into just wanting to live Wanting to not lie in bed and sleep Wanting to actually be happy and satisfied with yourself Wanting to not rip your brain out and bitch slap it Telling it to be better Why can't you be better Apparently you need enough sleep as well Though caffeine and nicotine help in similar ways Gotta choose your battles and how you're going to get through each one of your days Saying things and doing things have always been polar opposites to me I'm not sure why I don't want them to be But as soon as I open my mouth my brain stops telling my hands to move To complete the task in front of me To instead grab the words I just spoke out loud and put some sugar on them Make them into such sweet nothings that people won't even realize what they are Beer gives you uridine, which is another happy chemical No worries about that one, I have that flowing through my veins every night Only way I can get to sleep on time since the flower isn't in my possession anymore Why can't you get better (pic cred to splash.com)