to tell you the truth

I’m so tired of waiting. Waiting for change. Waiting for my situation to get better. To tell you the truth, I wanted to give up. Give up fighting, give up standing up for myself and for others like me. I stopped caring. I blocked it out. I kept silent about my status. I came out a long time ago, but I came out to everyone but my friends. 

How could I just give up on everything I’ve been fighting for? Why have I not told my friends? They wouldn’t understand. They’re all privileged. And they don’t know what it feels like to be undocumented in a country called home. 

I don’t know what was going through my mind at the moment I decided to stop caring. It was all a blur. I got tired. And impatient. And mad. I said, “screw this!” 

But now I’ve taken back those feelings, the tired, the impatience, the madness, and re-channeled that energy to something I had been so passionate about before: the DREAM Act, Immigrant Rights, and just basic human decency.

I decided to not keep myself hidden anymore. Stop hiding and keeping such a secret from my friends. If they were truly my friends, they’d support me. If they don’t, then I know who to let go of in my life. 

I decided to write. Write about my parents’ sacrifice. A sacrifice so their daughter could have a future they could not have. A sacrifice so their daughter had the opportunity to succeed. A sacrifice, all for their daughter. It won’t be too long, yet not too short. It will be my coming out story to my friends. I don’t know what their response will be. I just hope they can support me. If some don’t, then…I don’t care, cus there are many other great people that do. 

Now I will open up Word and start typing away as I write, My Parents’ Sacrifice.