… the beautiful children, I wonder ‘how can you not love these faces’. I cried after the elections because I thought of the beautiful children who are shamed for who they are in a country that millions go to, leaving everything they know, their families, their culture to pursue a life that promises better opportunities and safety for their children.
But children like us will never be safe as long as we are hated. My heart is torn when I think of the children who are being told they will be deported, who are being taunted about walls being built, who are growing up in fear of embracing their cultural identity, and not just Latino children, America’s children.
It seems that no matter how often we tell our stories, how much we seek to be understood, our voices are shut down. If you’ve ever felt helpless in your own skin maybe you could understand. The president-elect has unvieled the dangerous minds that still exist in the United States. People’s lives are in danger. This isn’t about democrats, or republicans to me, I could care less about a party. People of color are living in fear and are expected to sit back, relax and let it go… um, NO.
I am an unapologetic God-fearing woman who believes my background was given to me on purpose along with my voice, along with my gifts, just as God counted every hair on my head he put an eagerness in me to speak on behalf of my people. Therefore, I will speak in spaces they will never be in themselves. Possibly in cultures they will never interact with, but I will be a voice for the voiceless. Because even if I have never tasted justice, I am called to seek it.
3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
I am forced to restore
what I did not steal.