A peaceful protest in the streets,
Turned to violence and unkept peace,
He was in the streets that day,
And left his Latin American home very soon after,
He met up with his family,
In these United States,
Fresh out of high school,
Learning English in a crash course,
What even is the American Dream?
When he came to this country after high school,
No preconception or notions of this dream,
Just looking to fit in, survive, and be free,
At home in the States,
They only spoke Spanish,
He moved out for a year,
Just looking to fit in, survive, and be free,
University was the place to be,
No time for someone’s American Dream,
Working in the days to pave the road,
To no debts and a degree to show,
Being a doctor or lawyer,
Was his family’s dream,
But he could care less,
About fitting in to someone else’s dream,
High marks and an accounting degree,
He started traveling for his work,
First the States, then the globe,
Accumulating wealth as he goes,
And now at 63,
He could retire tomorrow and be free,
The fact remains he still works,
To help people and be of service.
He had no time to fit in,
To the rules and definitions,
Of another person’s dream,
All he knew, wanted, and yearned,
Was to fulfill his dream.
Z is…
- 63 Years-Old
- Male, Cisgender
- White
- Upper Middle Class
- Heterosexual
