The Dream

The “American Dream” is a very subjective thing.

Each person interprets it differently.

My “Dream” has been much more of a nightmare

since I came, I’ve had some good experiences, but I’ve also gone through Hell.

Dealing with the prejudice and jeers from my peers due to my skin,

Being called things like an “illegal Mexican,” or other things akin.

When you’re a kid, those things hurt,

Though, now, I throw those comments on the dirt.

I’ve found my Faith, my religion,

And I know I can always fall back on it, and I’ll be okay.

Regardless of the painful things I’ve gone through,

There have been great goods, too.

I met my second best friend, and I’m a citizen.

That means I can eventually bring my absolute best friend, my father to be with me.

I've made bad decisions, as we all have,

but all we can do is accept them and learn what we can.

Don't let those bad decisions define you or control you over your lifespan.