They call me illegal!

illegal what?

I do not steal assault or kill! Am I not a man?

A human being?

Doesn’t my existence alone, guarantee my right to be?

To be equal, to have a job? a home? Family and friends?

But they call me illegal!

They say I am less than, no relevance is the shade of my skin or country of origin, simply paperwork!

I did not come to America by cover of darkness, no underground tunnel; I did not sneak across or get smuggled over the border.
Seven years ago, my lifelong dream came true !

America, where money grows on trees! The land of opportunity was about to become my home!

I opened my eyes in New York City. With Visa and Passport, nestled securely in my back pocket, I made my way to my Embassy, to make my proper introductions to America.

Within a few days i found some of "my people". a few days more, i found my first job. Proud was the first English word in my vocabulary.

Proud of whom i am, Proud of the life i am making.

Proud to know, that i am a worker in America and my family will never know hunger again!

Yet they call me illegal!

A confusion of paperwork, lack of understanding, lack of English.

Expiration dates, expire

"The Dream"!

Asylum, Refuge Status, Marriage for a green card or suffering.

As a proud man i must retain my honor and endure.