There comes a point past acceptance and denial that leads to just numbness. It’s not a pleasant feeling, full of hopelessness and nothing. That’s how this feels. Just plain numb. I knew it was bound to happen 5 years ago when I was accepted into DACA. Five years and my life turned around for the better. My options that were limited suddenly became limitless. I became limitless. And I took that by the reins and I flew. I paid for my own education, earned my grades, in return was admitted into not one but two honor societies. I financed my own car, a job I loved and experience to back it up. I’ve worked for everything that I have ever had, with the support of my family and friends I felt confident and safe. Now? It’s all just numb. I want to have hope that this is just a nightmare, that this is all just fake news and that this isn’t happening. But life doesn’t work like that.
I am a Dreamer. I am a DACA recipient. I am no criminal, my family is no criminal. Me and the 800,000 individuals have proved that we deserve to be here just as much as any of our colleagues, and classmates. Our degrees, our education, our contributions have meant something. We’re not going to sit here and allow some small minded administration tell us otherwise. We matter, everything that we have done in this country matters. Many of my friends may not have known, mainly because I wasn’t different from any of them. We aren’t different from anyone.
As unclear as the future is, we know we have mattered. That we have been heard. This isn’t the end, no matter how much of a defeat this feels like. This is the home we have known, the country we have been raised in. We belong here just as much as the next person. No one can tell us otherwise. This fight is not over. History will know our story. Our Dreams will be heard.
I am a Dreamer. I am DACA. And I won’t give up on that, our story has just begun.
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