Some of them packed what little they had, and strode across an endless desert.
Some of them abandoned established careers and respected titles to sit at the bottom rung of a foreign society
Some climbed fences Many boarded planes. But all of them came from far away to live in a place where they would be mocked if they weren't ignored.
Of course, they did it all for us.
We are that tomorrow that was claimed by brave women and men who had little, but risked it all because they believed.
We are those children that were bo between borders. Influenced by a new world, and inspired by the old they left behind.
We carry our parents dreams with us; like ghosts that no one can look past. There are no tables we will not overturn and there are no locked doors we will not dislodge.
We are the children of engineers that drove your taxis. We are the sons of surgeons that served your tables, and we are the daughters of diplomats that held open your elevator doors In spite of their genius
our parents were bedeviled by the black magic of buraucracy and backward immigration policies. But not us.
We are the future that their hard-work and discarded dreams foresaw.