For a person who highly values this idea that no voice should be silenced, it breaks me to know that there are people close to my heart who feel their voice has been stifled. When I created this website, I will be completely honest, the motivation was selfish. I needed an outlet for my own voice. I was never too good at expressing my thoughts out loud, it has always been the flow of ink that has translated well in my communication with others. As time has passed, this website has begun to transition into an outlet for everyone who touches it, to speak their piece. Especially the ones who feel their voices cannot be heard, because of fear of persecution.
Having said all that, I hope she doesn’t get upset with me, but I want to talk about a woman who I have come to respect and appreciate. I want to share with you a part of her story. She uses her hands and keen eye to create beautiful works of art, but wants to do more to share a piece of herself that she has not figured out how to. I hope this provides inspiration to speak your piece, because that’s all we can do at the end of the day. Your story is powerful and there are millions of others who share it.
You looked at me and said that you wished that there was something you could do to talk about what you were feeling. That there was a way that people could hear how you came to be where you are at. I told you to write. I see your talent. I believe that what you can create with your words will resound to the masses. And then you laid it out before me. It wasn’t as simple as just speaking up. For you it meant talking about the lives of others close to you. It meant discussing the risk of losing a parent to the border. You are a Dreamer, in every sense of the word. Your dreams to be something bigger than your circumstance, resounded with me, another dreamer. Your dream to call this land your home and enjoy all its prosperity, made me afraid. Afraid that my privilege would not allow me to completely understand the fear that you may live with. I admire your strength.
This past weekend, I again, brought up for the second time, how being a child of DACA made you feel. You seemed exasperated at first with the subject. And for that I apologize. I bring it up to try to attempt to understand an experience that is foreign to me, never to make you uncomfortable. How can a place you have grown and raised in, not be a place you can call home? Your family is here. Your friends are here. The life that your parents built for you and the one you built for yourself is here. How can one law hold back a whole generation of Dreamers? A generation that is part of a collective of people that will one day be the future. The people who are already hurting from the legacy of those who came before them. And damn, my heart hurts that though I am not a part of the generation that created this mess; I still sit here not being able to do more. I admire your tenacity to live for the present moment and hope for the best possible outcome, because anything otherwise is unthinkable. You said you do not really think about it too much. You understand it is a reality that you have to live with and since so much of this is out of your control, why worry about it? Our conversation ended with (as with many things we’ve been discussing lately have), “it’s all a process….each and every day is a process.”
Last, but certainly not least, I admire your creativity. Your story, from your lens, deserves to be heard. I know you’re waiting for the perfect time, but I promise you, it will never come. However you choose to create and share it, I promise you it will resonate with those that need it the most. The Dreamers fighting for the right to call their home what it is…their home. I appreciate your authenticity and see your heart. I know the people will see that as well.
This has been a selfish post to get my thoughts out on why Dreamers deserve better. We need to come together if not as adults, then for the generation after us. For the people, for the children, for the woman I wrote this for. I’m an ally to the cause. I don’t normally do this, but I am actively asking that this post be shared as much as possible. I want people to be a part of this conversation. If you have been following me, you know that my heart lies with those who choose to rise above their circumstance. Even when choice seems to be an illusion. No one should be forced into silence.