Astoria, Queens, New York Born but not raised To a family enslaved To work till their graves.
Daddy working late Mom’s food on my plate Mom will stay up to wait She’ll be there to greet her soul mate Day and night jobs No regular 9 to 5 As long as we survive Our children can strive.
Port Chester, New York Moved to a town Where we put rent down Hope we don’t drown. 4 years old A move so bold. The winters were still cold, But my dad’s taxi no longer gold.
Mom and Dad as a team Working full steam To achieve the American Dream They believe to be supreme. Mortgage down payment A house with a basement. All our money spent. What an accomplishment!
Struggle to maintain Tensions hard to contain Money down the drain With a house we can’t sustain…
This poem details a bit of what my family went through their time in the United States trying to work hard towards the dream of owning a house. The left side is my thoughts. The right side goes into the thoughts of my parents.