immigration

Our Country, ‘This OHHH Thee…

As a child, watching Schoolhouse Rock, The Great American Melting Pot was a song I enjoyed every Saturday morning. It affirmed that diversity strengthens us despite everything Americans have been through. Whether our ancestors purchased a boat ticket to come here, were forcibly dragged here and enslaved under inhumane conditions, or were forced off their land down the Trail of Tears, we survived, stayed, and remained.

A Moment of Transparency

My relationship with my mom is complicated, intricate, and I still show up when I am able. I don’t spend a lot of time talking about others household because my

Ramblings…

Black people wake up and no matter what trauma we experience as a community, we have to go into work …

The minority in the room

I learned not to judge, walk out, or be rash; translated, not walk away because anger at my child which won’t allow me see how deep she’s hurting.

The Land of Opportunity

After fixing my immigration status I was able to go back to finish my BA. During this long journey with many sacrifices…