Undocuhealth

Sometimes by Angy Rivera
http://www.nysylc.org/

Sometimes, I just don’t know what to say.
New Emails, texts, calls each day
looking for the happy me
Or A reason to keep going
Feelings I may not have
Each day’s a battle

Sometimes, I want to sit here in my bed and cry my heart out
because the words won’t come out.
Let my frustration flow away
Not knowing what to do, where to go
My soul is heavy like the burden of being undocumented
with this inner ocean circulating
Like a tornado all consuming
Not my spirit. Please Don’t stop fighting

Sometimes, I want to yell and scream at people who say we’re free.
My mom still believes in the American dream
Tired of things not being how they seem
Looking happy now, but visit me behind the scenes

Sometimes, I don’t want to chant at rallies or attend meetings
Feeling Insignificant and useless
Mighty giants that cannot vote
Can they even hear my voice?
What about all the stories that go untold

Sometimes, I don’t want to pick up the phone
I want to be left alone
To drown in my own misery
pissed off at everything
till I fall asleep curled up like a ball
Holding on to happy memory-shaped pillows
And sweet love- colored blankets

Sometimes I want to write
But the pen doesn’t seem to move
Feeling like there’s no words left in me
No one’s hearing my silent pleas

Sometimes, I feel homesick
to a home I do not know
Place I cannot go
Located in a Distant dream
One I’m unable to reach

Tired and sick of it all
I sometimes want to let go
But that’s only today
tomorrow’s a new day