The American Dream is Dead, We Woke It Up

Marijose Pesqueira Meizoso*

Once upon a time,

I had a dream.

That a land next to mine

Would give me a brand new life.

A life where my opportunities

Would grow as flowers;

Planted by me

Through blood, sweat, and tears.

The beginning of this dream was beautiful,

I had the freedom to be

And to believe in my dreams.

But then the pain came down like rain.

The American dream is dead,

This nation woke it up

By denial of a non-English tongue.

The colors of my flag changed,

From green to blue I became.

Neither a citizen here

Nor a citizen there.

An alien I became.

Angst once glory

Loneliness once identity.

And the annoying alarm

once, a dream.

Those three things are all I have now.

Am I going to dream again?

Is the color blue ever going green again?

Or are we going to stay awake, forever?

American are my taxes,

But I don’t have that title.

American is my education,

But I don’t have that title.

America is my continent,

But I don’t have that title.

Let’s hope we shall all dream again,

Without having to wake up screaming.

*Estudiante de Estados Unidos de Northern Arizona University
Participante del National Student Writing Contest
Mención honorífica en la categoría "Poesía"

Imagen: mapa de América en freepik.es

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