“It is no measure of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.”
-Andrea Gibson, spoken word poet and activist
I often admire the immigrant’s ambition
for it take guts to leave behind an entire world
carrying on your back the weight of an American dream
and at arriving watching your dream unfold into a nightmare…
it’s more than the realization these streets aren’t made of gold:
it’s the fear that the color of your skin
and the accent in your tongue
is somehow too alien…
the possibility that in this new land, you’re not human enough.
Claudia Rojas 
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