The Blonde
by Rocio
"Was I born inferior? Is my destiny tainted? Tainted because I was incidentally born on the wrong side of the boarder? I always believed that one had to prepare for anything or end up with nothing, and now America is gone. Since I first encountered America I had convinced myself that nothing but perfection in everything I did could encounter my fundamental imperfection of being born undocumented."
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"Was I born inferior? Is my destiny tainted? Tainted because I was incidentally born on the wrong side of the boarder? I always believed that one had to prepare for anything or end up with nothing, and now America is gone. Since I first encountered America I had convinced myself that nothing but perfection in everything I did could encounter my fundamental imperfection of being born undocumented."
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A Conversation with America
by Emmanuel Mendoza
"I worked in San Francisco, in an office building, on Embarcadero that faced the Bay Bridge!
The lie finally caught up, though, and I had to come clean.
So, I told my manager very early on the next morning.
With my future depending on what was to happen next, I sat in front of her big desk.
“You need to leave immediately!” she said.
And just like, America, my dream was dead."
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"I worked in San Francisco, in an office building, on Embarcadero that faced the Bay Bridge!
The lie finally caught up, though, and I had to come clean.
So, I told my manager very early on the next morning.
With my future depending on what was to happen next, I sat in front of her big desk.
“You need to leave immediately!” she said.
And just like, America, my dream was dead."
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Journey
by Yoshi Mendez
"How long?
A day, a day, a day.
This time ten men with YOU!
Just remember
what happened
to Panchita.
she crossed with men, and vanished."
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"How long?
A day, a day, a day.
This time ten men with YOU!
Just remember
what happened
to Panchita.
she crossed with men, and vanished."
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First Car Ride in America and Geography Class
by Fermín Mendoza
"I think about the name of my birthplace: Gustavo Diaz Ordaz, Tamaulipas, “Where-the-roads-were-made-of-dirt-and-family-hens-made-family-meals,” Mexico. I am sure this humble name will give me away. I look at the world map. I don’t even know where my hometown is. It’s my turn to share now."
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"I think about the name of my birthplace: Gustavo Diaz Ordaz, Tamaulipas, “Where-the-roads-were-made-of-dirt-and-family-hens-made-family-meals,” Mexico. I am sure this humble name will give me away. I look at the world map. I don’t even know where my hometown is. It’s my turn to share now."
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Things I'll Never Say
by Ingrid Hernández
"The old man turned to me and said, “I do not want to sponsor aliens who will take away opportunities that students like you deserve.” I smiled and nodded in agreement, but the heavy sensation in my chest did not go away—that same feeling I get when I swim underwater and try to hold my breath for too long."
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"The old man turned to me and said, “I do not want to sponsor aliens who will take away opportunities that students like you deserve.” I smiled and nodded in agreement, but the heavy sensation in my chest did not go away—that same feeling I get when I swim underwater and try to hold my breath for too long."
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America
by Angel Ku
"Where the legacies of courage and struggle rest,
Lives hope.
The hope I pray for as I kiss my cross.
A mother’s gift to her son."
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"Where the legacies of courage and struggle rest,
Lives hope.
The hope I pray for as I kiss my cross.
A mother’s gift to her son."
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