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Immigrant Struggles
my parents came to America with 60 dollars, clutched between their anxious fingers- the same ones they used to build me my future. their memories- comprised of a tattered wedding picture and decaying postcards- cling to the walls of a one-bedroom Pittsburgh apartment, yearning to be absorbed into the American melting pot, sifted with the dreams of every other immigrant. my mom spends Sunday mornings with cloudy skies filtered through her eyes, fingers running through soaked rice, humming tunes from a world I didn’t live in and when I look at her, I see an America that doesn’t have to have a glazed turkey on the kitchen table or spools of blonde hair. I am a child of sacrifice, raised on gurgled melodies of a land that streaks my blurry dreams. I am peppered with love and glass promises that I dangle with every failure because here- I cannot afford to fail. so when you tell me to go back to my country, I gaze at the beige walls of my house, built atop their weary bones, looking at the ceiling as they have, sleepless in their ambitions. I stand still.
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