The American Dream Is Sacrifice

If you don’t work, you don’t eat.
The streets here
aren’t paved with gold,
within the first week,
you had that wake up call.
The American dream is sacrifice.

You work extra hard
for a little bit of change
but you do it
because you are building
your house back home
and your family has to eat.

You take the best job
you are qualified for
which is the worst job
in some people’s eyes,
few citizens would consider

but you don’t mind
washing dishes
is far better than anything
you could ever find
back in your country.

You are more than grateful
to be able to provide
for your family.
Pocket change to some
but a luxury to you.


I keep my head straight
and my eyes even straighter
when it comes to certain things,
I don’t try to watch or envy
what others have.
I don’t know what it took for them
to have what they’ve got
so I stay focused
with all of my might
on the tasks ahead.
Envy is a distraction I do not need.

Dungeon Home

It took many years
of isolation
from the contamination
that was my broken family
to finally get
to a place where
I no longer feel like
the dirt
I was convinced I was
as a child growing up
in that twisted dungeon
of a house
that became
the only home
I had ever really


People often look at me
with that puzzled look
that says “what do you have to say?”
about this or that

And when I shake my head and say nothing,
they often look away as if wounded
like that was my chance to save the day.

I never have much of anything to say,
I’m more of an observer.
Speaking up does not make one wiser.

Information need time to marinate.
And sometimes people are just
simply looking for a reaction.

Hidden and Silent

I’m tired of being scared and afraid.
“Fear” has kept me hidden and silent.
I’ve been saying this for years
and I’m still not sure where to begin.
I know fear is a lie
but I’ve believed it for far too long.

A Better Me

To be
a better me
is my daily goal.

I no longer wait
’til the end of the year
or the beginning of the new
to figure out my weak spots.