Powerful song.
"Our folks forced out of their country. You must be crazy, no one crosses the desert ‘cause they want to. It’s a necessity… a sacrifice for the family. You don’t call them illegals you call them Economic Refugees "
Yo Soy Mimi. My face is brown, and my eyes are dark. My hair is black, with some rays of light. My height is short, and my feet are small. My language is Spanish. My heart is colored. My family united. My blood is mixed. My identity, also. My strength in the divide. In the divide. Spanish or English? American or Ecuadorian? Here or there? Why not everywhere? In the divide. In the divide, I consider myself blessed. Blessed to stand with people like Esther, Paul, and Jesus. Blessed to look up to those that have stood in the divide. Oh, am I blessed. Blessed to have an education. Blessed to have a job. Blessed to have a chance to vote. Blessed to have my faith on God. Blessed to know one day, equality will be restored. Blessed to know in Christ, there is hope. Hope. Hope for days when my brothers and sisters stop dying on the streets. Hope for days when my mothers and fathers stop being seen as "less than"
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