Walking with only a water and prayer in their pocket.

Miles of dirt, 100 degree weather, blurry vision and

carrying the spirits of their gente on their backs.

Digging through garbage and dumpsters,

Your first American meal was celery soup, you found in the trash behind a restaurant.

No papers, no work, sorry that’s just how it has to be

“I work for cheap please, I have a family. “

Next to you, you see a poster “illegals get everything and we get nothing”

Day in and day out

2am, first job, 10am second job, 4pm third job

Praying to god, that their spines realign with their ribs so they can work another day.

Illegals get everything 

We get the scrapes, we get the clothes you don’t want on your backs. 

Taking jobs, that you’re too good for, picking fruit that you use as center pieces for a dinner with your friends. 

Illegals get everything.

Taking a beat up car and making it better, 

A 2002 dodge charger, feels like a brand new 22, con un poco de sudor, sangre y orgullo.

Pulling out weeds of a yard that will never be yours, cleaning tops and bottoms of houses that they would never dare invite you in unless you’re the help.

Taking everything

It’s in our blood, sprouting from the desert, clinching to life and our opportunities to a better one

The history of my people in this nation, the ones that didn’t make it, died along the way, and the ones that are still here.