Why are we giving Illegals Drivers licenses?
I have been stripped of my name and my story. I’ve been stripped of all that made me a human being. Instead I’ve been reduced down to nothing more than an illegal. A criminal. An enemy. President Trump didn’t do this to me. It was you. Yeah, YOU. The people I go to church with. The people I work with. The people I went to school with. The people I walk amongst. All of you that will post and share about how I don’t belong here, but won’t ever tell me to my face to “go back to where I came from.” I’m obviously not welcomed here. But I don’t belong in my country either. Every where I go I will always be foreigner. A stranger to the place I was born and a stranger to the place I call home. I could spend the rest of my life here, and I’d still carry around the label of a NON-US CITIZEN. This is battle I’ve struggled with for 18 years. My story is that of 800,000 people like me. 800,000 people who’s lives are being used as a bargaining tool. 800,000 lives that are unsure of what tomorrow will hold. We don’t want your pity. We just want to be heard… and soon. Because our futures all have expiration dates.
*UPDATE: This post wasn’t intended for anyone to feel sorry for me. I am not a victim. This status was to ask for basic human respect to be given to me. I am tired of being treated like less than. I am sick of being treated like trash. I was asking to be called by my name and not by the word ILLEGAL. This was to inform people of what a label can do a human’s life. To give people an insight of what not belonging anywhere means. Clearly I’ve proved my point with all the hateful comments being left.*