It is coming very close, a day that my mom had anticipated since my birth. A day that will be a foothold to a future. I step that 1 out of 20 ever see. I am soon to become a citizen of the United States of America. The first in my geration, the foothold immigrant that started this future family. Out of my entire family I will be the first to become a citizen through naturalization. I am very happy, and I will hold proudly to that title...but sadly things are discouraging me. Like a man who runs to the finish line and holds onto his winning trophy, but then turns around and looks into the tired faces of the fellow athletes.
It really hurts me that the country that I may be stepping into will be one that is not at its best, but infact one that is falling apart. The ignorance sayings of stupid fellow men, the whitebreaded and trailer trash, the things they say about my people really just makes me want to throw down my trophy and not become a part of this ignorant society...make me want to walk away and search for a loving country. But America is all that there is, it is the city in the hills granting light to others that they may follow to one day to become a city in the hills. I cannot walk away from these ignorant people...whether I want to or not I must face them and show them that they are damned wrong! That there are mexicans, much more mexicans who love this country! In fact we betrayed mexico the moment we chose citizenship here. We work hard, take the backslashes for a 10% possibility that our children will have better lives. I love this country even if it is to fall apart, I love the original foundations that our forefathers believed in. I just don't like the current politics behind it, I don't like how republicans are supporting a hate bill towards immigrants, and how democrats are so liberal. I don't like that God has to be put away, yet we put ourselves in his place of priority. I want to see change in this country, I want to see a greater future for my children. And I want to be one to create the change.
I am soon to be a Us citizen, and my new pursuit will be to surpass the common US citizen and show them that a brownskin did it.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
To my white, non-blood related, often careless, procrastinating, smoker, step-father
It is father's day today and all I got you was a card with some writing. But to express myself deeper I am going to write a blog instead...here we go...
I remember the first time we met it was shortly before Easter and we were still living in Oma's house. I had just started going to Dover Elementary for pre-k. Mom had met you in Harry's Restraunt in downton Plant City. My earliest memory of you was a stuffed bunny you got me and how much I thought it was so cool (toy fanatic). Within a few months had passed by and we moved into your home, I loved that house so much. And soon after you and mom got married and so on. But looking back at our history and if I had to describe the experience of having you as my step-father from then until now it would be this...grateful. Never could I have wished for such a great dad, a patient, love filled, fun dad. Even though when I refer to you directly I had never once called you "father" or even "dad" once.
You were always Steve to me. But when I speak to others about you, I am always happy to call you my father. Without you in our lives there would be no us. There would be no family, Carlos would of struggled with education and I would of most likely been involved with gangs or just simply miserable because of our home situation. But I am grateful that you took us in . You were patient with us and with our mom (even a saint couldn't do that) and in my heart I believe you put up with it because of how much love you had in us..that we were worth it. As I grow I continue to know just how grateful I am to have you. And now with tough times affecting our family, I am still amazed just how much faith you have in the Lord. And your faith encourages me to push on my own because there is obviously something driving you to do it. So regardless of any title thrown at you, whether non-blooded or fat or even step-father. In truth you are always going to be my father and my only father. Because on father's day (despite the comercialization of the holiday) you are the only reason we are celebrating it, and thats a great reason.
From your son, Marco
I remember the first time we met it was shortly before Easter and we were still living in Oma's house. I had just started going to Dover Elementary for pre-k. Mom had met you in Harry's Restraunt in downton Plant City. My earliest memory of you was a stuffed bunny you got me and how much I thought it was so cool (toy fanatic). Within a few months had passed by and we moved into your home, I loved that house so much. And soon after you and mom got married and so on. But looking back at our history and if I had to describe the experience of having you as my step-father from then until now it would be this...grateful. Never could I have wished for such a great dad, a patient, love filled, fun dad. Even though when I refer to you directly I had never once called you "father" or even "dad" once.
You were always Steve to me. But when I speak to others about you, I am always happy to call you my father. Without you in our lives there would be no us. There would be no family, Carlos would of struggled with education and I would of most likely been involved with gangs or just simply miserable because of our home situation. But I am grateful that you took us in . You were patient with us and with our mom (even a saint couldn't do that) and in my heart I believe you put up with it because of how much love you had in us..that we were worth it. As I grow I continue to know just how grateful I am to have you. And now with tough times affecting our family, I am still amazed just how much faith you have in the Lord. And your faith encourages me to push on my own because there is obviously something driving you to do it. So regardless of any title thrown at you, whether non-blooded or fat or even step-father. In truth you are always going to be my father and my only father. Because on father's day (despite the comercialization of the holiday) you are the only reason we are celebrating it, and thats a great reason.
From your son, Marco
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