My Fate
The walls are caving in
I no longer know where my home is.
If I could change one thing
I would change the color of my skin.
Born in a country called Bolivia surrounded by
poverty
Found refuge in a country that has kept my identity a
secret.
If I could change one thing
I would change my immigration status.
Maybe that would convert my mother’s frozen
worried face into a warm embrace?
While others feel safe in this country I stay awake
Wondering if immigration will take me away
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow what will become of me?
With no social security.
With a lawyer that betrays my family.
If I had the chance to change my fate I would become a citizen of the United States.