The Land of the Free 


As if we have invaded your land,you resent us being here.

As if it weren’t originally planned,

you resist our being here.

As if the tears and the sacrifices weren’t already difficult enough, 

you reject us being here. 

As if all of us had a choice, some of us brought here for a “better life;” others forced out of our countries only to continue to live in a fight. 

You hate us being here.

You hate seeing us “invade.”

You hate seeing us progress.

Though it was you that invaded

the land,

though it was you that brought us

in chained hands; making it seem like the life of a slave was the best we could have.

And now that our fight has let us out of your homes, you begrudge us for being in the land that belongs to us all.

You stand with guns and wait,

to pin us against the wall.

Belittling us for having dreams, frowning on us for the desire to progress and be free.

Thinking that this will stop us from succeeding in the land that’s always been ours.

Hear my words and listen closely…

you once put us in camps, lives were lost yet we still made it back.

You once put us in chains, only to violate and mistreat us, lives were lost yet we now walk with freedom and got our rights back.

You once worked us in farms treating us like garbage, lives were lost yet a big march came along and resistance got us fair pay and our rights back. 

We know you are scared, for it shows through your eyes.

There’s so many of us and so little of you, and you’re afraid we will take back what our founding fathers once ruled.

You’re guarding the ladder so we stay at the bottom, but since it doesn’t seem to be working you define us as rapists and criminals like we’re the problem. 

You hope that with manipulation and fear the rest will turn against us and your land will be solemn. 

I think you forgot that these are our people, united we stand and united we will defeat you.

So go ahead and envy us because of our gender or the color of our skin, that no longer means anything. 

Make fun of my accent because “I no good mi english”, call me a criminal because I MUST be a drug dealer; yet Mi gente is rising, populating, and graduating from College. 

Go ahead and warn to send us back, you will never succeed.

Go ahead and build your wall, and you’ll soon regret you did. 

We are the ones who build “The Land of the Free.”

-Kbeautifulmind

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I am proud.


(Photo by photographer friend: Instagram: @itsonwithjon)

As I think about my graduation slowly creeping up…

A part of me is excited and I can’t wait, and the other part of me is sad and just wants to get it over with.

To be honest, I’ve been super sad.

I wish my madresita linda could be there for me.

I know, I know… “She’ll be there in spirit!” “She gets the best view!” “She’ll be celebrating from up above!”

As you can see, I’ve heard them all, and I know these are all very true…

But, she won’t be there in physical form.

I can’t actually celebrate with her.

I can’t hug her, kiss her, squeeze her, scream with her, laugh with her, or even take a picture with her.

I can’t hear her saying, “I am so proud of you!”

I can’t, and knowing that just makes me miss her and want her there even more.

This special moment in my life and many others to come will just have to be “sad and happy.”

No matter how much time passes, they will always be bitter sweet.

During this entire emotional roller coaster I’ve been going through since April, one emotion I been sure about since day one is my “pride.”

I am so f&*%en proud!

I am proud that I am finally finishing. I am proud that I am receiving one of three degrees I need to follow my ultimate dream.

I am proud that I over came so much.

I am proud that I did it!

I did it, even after life kicking me to the grown on my ass, I did it.

After heartbreaks, illnesses, tears, cancer, death, grieving, family drama, stress, loss of sleep, hard work, more stress, and at times thinking I couldn’t…

I did it!

and even made honor role, yup you guys read right.

While running a household and dealing with so much more than I could handle sometimes… I made the honor role at, California State University of Dominguez Hills.

How can someone not be proud of these accomplishments?

However, being proud of myself is only a portion of it.

I am proud of my mother.

Mi madresita linda, que tanto lucho y se esfuerzo.

La que llego de indocumentada.

La que lucho, fue fuerte, y nunca se rajo.

and like she said…

“Sufri, pase hambres, y humillaciones. Llore, y asta me quise regresar por que estaba de arrimada. Pero aqui me quede. Y la vida me fregaba, pero yo segui adelante.”

“Asi es que, recuerden me con honor, y pongan se las pilas! Siempre hagan el esfuerzo de seguir  adelante. No dejen que nada ni nadien se les ponga en el camino.”

Therefore, she is who I am most proud of.


(Photo by photographer friend: Instagram: @itsonwithjon)

I am proud of her and honored to have been the daughter of an immigrant  guerrera (warrior)!

Anticipating my graduation,

Kbeautfiulmind