An Immigrant Story

We come to this land with nothing but clothes on our backs.
Driven by a dream to create a better life for ourselves and our kin.
The struggles we bare are nothing, compared to the failure should we run from it.
We know what lies behind us, so we trudge forward.
Breaking any wall that stands between us and our purpose.
Sacrifice is not our chore, but our reward.
We savor for the chance to give ourselves for a greater calling.

As we know nothing, we cluster together, creating bonds and communities.
An effort to create a sense of familiarity.
Of homes, we hope to never forget.
Out paths converges with others and they too share our story. So, we learn from one another.
Together, creating bigger wholes than our individual parts.

Time passes by and we grow older. We grow proud, but not from our success,
but of our children’s. We share in their laughter and joy. A priceless gift we received
from hard work and fortitude. The knowledge  we’ve escaped from certain death should we stayed.

We ask not for handouts or a free meal,
but an opportunity to create opportunities.
When we are done, preparing to leave, we sit and we envy. As the next generation joins and begins their journey.

This is America, this is our story.



The sun falls and the moon rises.

Again, the water flows in and out, with a promise to revisit tomorrow.

How long has this continued while we promise ourselves

Tomorrow will be the day.

A promise we break, because of an illusion.

Until we realize, the next day was never ours.