One, Quick Second

As we stand on this stolen land,
others fear us, and judge us based off
our looks. Dark hair, brown skin from
our ancestors. “Beautiful” my family says.
but when others look at us, all they see is a
“dirty illegal alien”. Laws forced upon us like
a root in the ground, they’re trying to get rid of us. ‘Mass deportation’ all over the news,
reminding us why we live in constant fear.
multiple posts of us getting hated
and discriminated on.
A sunny, nice day at the park turns into a nightmare. “La Migra!” the gringos yell.
They think it’s a funny joke, not knowing
our family could be torn apart in
One, Quick second.