September 5th, 2017
right now, at this very moment it is 10:13 PM i am sitting on my bed in my dorm. i look outside my window and i see the dark skies. i see the dark skies but i see more than that now, i see dreams being thrown away.
i see a young girl who wanted to work in the US to help her family and now she is being torn apart from her own family.
i see a baby crying as his dad is being restrained and taken away from his home, the only place he has ever known for the past twenty years.
i feel the breaking of hearts as they say goodbye to their sons and daughter, i hear the screams at the top of their lungs begging God to save their kids
i smell the rainy days to match the rainy souls that are here in this nation.
i try my best to stay positive and to stay with the Lord. I am hurt that i cannot go out there and protest what is being done with DACA. i feel useless, but then i remember that prayer is not useless. prayer is the most powerful weapon of all. i want to be like Mother Mary, she is my role model and i strive to be like her. she is so pure of heart and hopeful, she trust in the Lord at all times. i pray for the weather tomorrow to be great and amazing, i pray for better days to be here, i pray for people to stand together and be with one. i pray for our president that he opens his heart and sees the nation for what it truly is: a nation built on immigrants.
