STUDENT VOICES
IMMIGRATION STORIES
Journey
August 17, 2005
Origin - Mexico Ciy - destination - A new life???
First stop, Tijuana
How long
One day, two days, a week, a month.
Who knows?
Stoop in a box. Time has no meaning, no light.
Then, tension
You're first, run. Stop, run,
La Migra, run, stop run,
- Remember, remember
I don't know you, you don't know me. When
You're caught
Once again, hungry, exhausted, your legs don't move, but
Run, stop. Run. Caught again.
Go home little girl. Stop crying you're safe here.
Out there, you're not –the white gringo says.
Out again, once again.
How long?
A day, a day, a day.
This time ten men with YOU!
Just remember
what happened
to Panchita.
she crossed with men, and vanished.
You don't care, the pain from your father playing with your body
Makes you fearless, brave. Wanting to escape that darkness
A desert, ten men, YOU,
You wish you could disappear.
What would they do with such a small thing YOU? But
Run, stop, run,
Again, hungry, exhausted, your legs don't move, but
Run, stop, run
You cry,
August 24, 2005,
You make it.
About the Author
Yoshi is one of E4FC's 2010 Scholars. She immigrated to the United States from Mexico when she was 15 years old. After arriving in Daly City, she graduated from high school and then enrolled full-time at Skyline Community College. She was the only student in her Puente Project class to graduate from Skyline in just two years, despite being financially independent from her parents and working almost 40 hours a week to fund her education. Yoshi is now a junior at UC Berkeley, where she is majoring in Sociology and minoring in Women's Studies. In the future, she hopes to be a college counselor.
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