A Dreamer's Story
I once knew a boy
from a family of four
They took a plane to do something
They’d never done before
Had visas in check
They were set on a mission
Time was on the clock
Things could go perfectly until the tick stops
The boy
He lived life happily
He was of hispanic descent
But he grew up as an american too naturally
With the world at his finger tip
Everything looked hopeful
He knew all he had to do was work hard
He didn’t have to be a soldier
This happened only when he was six
Being fed a pipe dream
That freedom was a quick fix
Each year he grew smarter
All anyone saw was the potential
To do something great
So much promise
But it was all empty
When it came to congress
The family tried to get legal
But status is only afforded to the regal
12 years past by
He’s graduating
Top of his class
Can you believe it
He’s valedictorian
He excelled at the best school in the state
But nothing had changed
His time was up it was too late
College was nothing but an apparition
And a crazy pipe dream
With no way to change his status
Unlike facebook it was all dislike and no comment
With the required school gone
And a diploma under his belt
Without those nine digits
It might as well have been blank page
Somehow he managed to enter the college of his choice
Because of his history he was able to slide by
But at a fee
They said “It’ll cost you extra if you want to learn from me”
The boy having no other choice
Agreed to their terms
He signed his life away for eight terms
He made it to term three before his debt caught up to him
He had to take a hiatus from his studies call it a sabbatical
But during this time he could never solve the mathematical
He couldn’t find the funds
Without any work
As he held his diploma in his hand
Without those nine digits it didn’t have any worth
His parents couldn’t afford it as they were in the same rut
Pastors don’t get paid much
But somehow it was enough
So when you have to choose to eat or study
That’s not a question buddy.
For now the family of four was a family of six
And the quick fix
Was nothing more than slick diss
The American dream was much more distant
But the boy still continues
In his hope he pursues
That freedom is not a just dream
That the voice of millions will be heard
You will hear his people scream
And congress will have no choice but to do something
Change something
For this story isn’t fiction you see
The boy in the story is me
This is for the dreamers
The hard workers
The believers
Those who hope for a better tomorrow
He look toward the joy in the midst of their sorrow
Whose words have been silenced
Those who feel ticked by the way things are
Knowing the way things could be
Those who feel the tick of clock
Because after they graduate they know their stuck
This is a call for change
No this is a call action
May the voice of millions be heard
And may our stories hit the heart of congress with one word
DREAM