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I come from the other side
From the side that you've deemed corrupt
You act like we come here for a fun ride
You don't see that us coming here is us not giving up

I am no alien
I am not green
I am not a criminal
As you have depicted in this scene

I came here at five
My mother working hard
Lived in a trailer
My small fragile mind scarred

You do not see the ways families are getting split up
You do not see the ways we are fighting to stay up

You look at us with disgust
Call me a ******
Say that I am one to distrust

But I am but a girl
Forced from her home
Come for great opportunities
Filled with hope

Call my people criminals
Call my people liars
Say we are animals
Say we are to burn in a fire

We will fight
We will stay
Because deep inside us is a bright light
And you will not make us change our ways
I understand that what you see on the news depicts all Mexican immigrants as Narcos, Rapists, and Murderers. We are much more than the people you see on TV, we are mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, we are care givers, and we carry our pride. You cannot deny us this land of opportunities, you cannot deny us our humanity, we will continue to fight for our rights to be successful and educated.
Just this once
I'll say
Just this once turns into one week
Week into month
And month into year

Just this once
I'll do it again
And again
And again

Just this once
I'll watch the beautiful crimson run down my wrist
I'll fill my lungs with smoke
I'll fill my liver with liquor

But
Just
This
Once
No hope hidden within,
A fight against those non-existent.
Every word feels like a sin,
And the fear inside ever persistent.

But come hide with me,
Your sweet toxic dream.
I make you feel free,
As I tear into your seams.

But don't be afraid,
Don't resist.
For you I'll always wait,
And eventually I'll cover your eyes with a grey mist.
Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body,
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

His kisses are a drug.
He’s the devil in my dreams,
His presence is a bug.
But in my mind he beams.

I hate that I want him.
He turns me into a waste.
Need to see his croocked grin.
In his heart there is no space.

Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body.
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

Need his hands around my neck.
Want his warmth between my legs.
I need to keep myself in check.
I hate how I love that he makes me beg.

My body feels cold without his hands on me.
I wish that I looked like a hotty.
He knows that he can use me.
Why treat me like if I am just a hobby?

Don’t know what it is.
This heavy feeling in my body.
I’m hoping for a kiss.
From the person who treats me like I’m nobody.

“I promise I’m not using you” you say.
But why does your friend tell me you are?
You’re doing this to keep my anger at bay.
But why tear at my heart?

Oh dear devil born in august.
Why do you make me fake promises?
If only to myself I could be more honest.
Why were you my devil born in august?
Losing count,
Of months gone by.
For you cannot be found,
Within my life.

I tried to ignore,
I tried to prevail.
But I can’t take this anymore,
And for you I wail.

If you come back,
You’ll find love.
Even if it’s what you lack,
I’ll wrap you in it like a glove.

No matter how long,
No matter how far.
I will still sing you my song,
And hope you blast it in your car.

I know there’s hope,
For you and me.
No need to mope,
Because together we can be free.

I wish for more time,
For us to be together.
But life is as sour as a lime,
And won’t let this last forever.

But don’t worry,
We’ll be okay.
Even if the future is hard and blurry,
By your side I will always stay.

This is my letter to you,
With all of my never-ending love.
I hope you never feel blue,
Because even after death we’ll still be together up above.
Simple, new, and wandering without a clue.
A child which only knows evil as the monsters beneath the bed, their soul just so fragile and curious.
They don’t know the words of struggle and pain, they’ve never heard the voices screaming in agony nor their parents struggling with their bills, or the people around them in vain.

They go on with their days, running with friends, learning from the teacher, they see their family and laugh to their jokes not knowing what’s behind their masks.
But do not worry for they won’t remain an eternal child.

This child will grow into a teen.
Anxious, irresponsible, and stepping on glass.
This teen will cry themselves to sleep, they will no longer fear the monsters beneath the bed but instead will look for them in the streets, the schools, and in their friends.

Their friends will begin to disappear, their minds empty and their wrists sore from the cutting, not listening to the teacher, and beginning to see through the fake smiles of their parents.
They will the see the disappointment hidden in their gazes, they will keep their thoughts to themselves in order to maintain the family balance.

Soon the child, now teen, will turn into an adult.
The adult will see the fault lines in the system, they will see the ways everyone hides themselves behind a mask, they will fight for people to see through their eyes and understand that this adult is struggling too.

This adult will go through life hoping to find someone whom they can trust in, someone who understands them, and someone who they can cry into on those hard late nights. They won’t find this person easily since everyone is wearing a mask. They will struggle to find the one person who will take the mask off for them.

After years of loneliness, stress, and aching this adult will find the one. The one which they have searched every corner of the earth for. But then what if they were the one getting searched for this whole time instead? What if their parents weren’t looking at them with disappointment but instead with understanding because they too felt the same way before? That maybe the reason why they looked at you that way is because they were you.

But it’s too late to apologize now isn’t it? Because now all everyone knows is that you’re a selfish, worthless, and useless person just like everyone else. Because you were too caught up in yourself to notice that they were trying to help you.

— The End —