Looking out the window of my room,
Gratefulness fills my heart for I live in a house;
The realization of my mother’s dream.
From here I see highway 35, people hurrying to work each day;
For a piece of that American dream, yet I’m already living that dream;
You are going john, I’m already here!
It is until you’ve taken a 3 week trip in the back of a truck with 80 people, you’ve never met;
Sweaty, hungry, the dirty scent of fear floating in the air;
Surrounded by the smell of feces and vomit, children crying in the background;
Those strangers, now your family, all on the lookout for “La Migra”;
That you will know why we are grateful to be here!
Why do you struggle to get there, when we are already here?
You see, we also drive that freeway to the American dream;
Yet our ride is through mountains, a river called “Grande”, through barbwire and 20 foot fences;
Carrying by day the fear of being shot, running through the night on a never ending nightmare.
Hot air burning through our skin with dust and sand, snakes rattling, scorpions creeping, and hundreds
Of other desert perils keeping you awake;
Yet our commute takes days, while yours takes a lifetime!
We are a nation of invisible workers… A people of grateful hearts that make the comfort of the
American dream a reality to you!
Singing while cleaning your toilets, dancing while sweeping and mopping your floors;
Laughing while taking out your trash and even joking about our social security cards. All this so you can
Worry about more important things like: “what time is your break?” or “where is happy hour tonight?”
You see Johnny, we have no “breaks”, but our “happy hour” is now!
We’re already living the dream… we’re already here!
That’s why we dance, sing, listen to crazy loud music, cook, make love with passion, and have many,
Just take the exit off that freeway to nowhere;
Stop at the closest fast food joint with
Maria dancing by the grill… take the time to really look into her eyes, and then you will know
Why she is happy.
Don’t be puzzled if I smile, when in frustration you yell:
“You’re in America pedro, speak English!”
I smile with a joy fill heart because…
“I am in America, john…
Be me for a day, then you will know!”