A Bird Trapped in a Golden Cage

“A Bird Trapped in a Golden Cage”

Once upon a time, in a far away land lived a little girl who had everything she ever wanted. Toys, books, friends and candy…, but most importantly she was FREE

Free to run! Play! Sing! And even fly! Until one day the Nothing came. and when the little girl least expected it the Nothing picked her up and took her to a strange world. All her treasures where left behind. All she had were memories of Happy Times.

This strange world was similar to the world she once lived in. She tried to make the best of it! She tried to play her usual games, but she had no toys. She tried to read her favorite books, but they were written in another language. She tried to fly, but she couldn’t. Something and nothing stopped her. This new strange world was robbing her of her childhood and in order to survive the little girl had to grow up too FAST.

Her games turned into thinking about ways to survive. Instead of Flying she had to walk. The road was long, rocky, prickly and full of poisonous insects. She had to be very careful.

She eventually grew up into a young woman, but she never forgot how to Fly. All her memories were still there. Her memories of the Happy days, now with even greater detail. She could even picture her favorite toy. She could see herself reading her favorite book sitting on her favorite chair. Although these memories brought a brief sense of Happiness She was NOT Happy.

The Nothing had brought her to a world without feelings. A cruel place. A place where everyone could dream of a better place, but only some could Fly there. A place where everything could be achieved, but nothing could get done. She grew up looking Happy, but feeling sad inside. She walked around with a smile on her face and a million tears in her heart.

She was strong, she fought on and she tried to FLY! And for a brief instant she felt she could do it! She was up there! She could feel the wind brush against her cheek, but the Nothing pulled her back!!! And that brief freedom ended…and she was reminded of where she was.

She was in a place where she didn’t belong. A place where dreams have a price!

This is my last reeses peanut butter cup!!!

Seriously...this will be the last chocolate I eat. Is there some kind of support group for undocumented young people that can help deal with all the hardships we face on a daily basis? If the answer is NO we should start one! I am kinda getting tired of ice cream and chocolate plus its increasing my waist line hahaha

Writing is a form of therapy...so that is why i decided to start this blog..vent a little of my frustration...in hope that someone out there can relate to how I feel and know that we are not alone (in a sense at least) Reality is that I have isolated myself. I think right now I am going through a small stage of depression. Sad, but true I don't know what to do in the days...months...years to come.

People tell me, "do something that makes you happy, pick a hobby , get a second job" and in none of those things do I find fulfillment!!!

I have a passion. It's teaching. I can't teach because I'm undocumented. I wish I could change my status... but we all know how difficult that is right now.