My daily undocumented life can be irritating especially when I’m constantly being reminded of the things I can’t and can do. One night I went to sleep hoping I would dream something lovely, to escape all this for a bit. However, as it turns out to be I was undocumented in my dream too. I was stuck somewhere in a strange land and I couldn’t get out because I had no ID, no papers, no way of getting on a plane or proving who I was. In my dream I was invisible to everyone who walked past me and of course nobody stopped to help. I dreamt the same thing another night but this time I decided to take things into my own hands and I somehow flew from point A to point B without anyone handing me papers.
That has been one of many undocumented dreams I’ve had and to this day it bothers me. Why is it that I’m undocumented in my dreams too? The one place where I can escape my reality and it follows me there too. Having so many limitations on my every move is a complete nightmare and no matter how much I try to avoid it, I can’t ignore the fact that I am undocumented. I have little to no choice in the life I live while I’m awake but I can assure you that I won’t let this ignorant government get into my head and into MY DREAMS too (especially McCain, he’s ugly). I hope you don’t either.
All of us have gone through so much at our young age that I’m still amazed at how we’re all standing and continue to fight. And those who are losing strength still manage to make it through each day. It’s amazing how we can all relate to each other no matter what state we live in or what country we come from. I’m so grateful that those around me aren’t like the people in my dream, heartless. And I know that even though the dream act didn’t pass we’re still here and we’re not going anywhere. Anti-immigrants think that by ignoring my voice I’ll disappear, but they’re so wrong. Even if I was documented, i wouldn’t stop because this world is to unjust to just sit back and watch.
Going back to my dream; similarly, I’m going to make things happen for me no matter how much others are against it. If I’m the first in my family to go to college, when no one thought I could make it, why can’t I do greater things?
I’m Angy from the New York State Youth Leadership Council and I’ll be here to hear your worries/concerns, give advice or share your stories. I urge you to email me, this is a space to vent out any feelings you have bottled up inside. Whatever you write is up to you and you will not be judged. Your stories and worries matter! You are not alone. Remember, the insecurities and fears you have, someone else is them having too! Don’t be afraid to speak out!
The views expressed by the author on this post do not necessarily reflect the views of the New York State Youth Leadership Council (NYSYLC) or DreamActivist.org.
