I’M THE LEGAL AND ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT.
I’m the one you pass by everyday in your neighborhood street waiting for anyone willing to pay any amount for a days’ job.
I’m the one accused of taking your jobs, for I don’t choose between jobs, I take-up all the menial ones as long as I keep the grocery stores filled with fruits and vegetables.
I’m the one who maws your lawn, nanny the baby, scrub the floor, and rub your back if you let me to as long as you get me a ride back to my residence on the other side of the railroad tracks.
I’m the one who will marry any female member of your family as long as I have my NINE DIGIT GPS NUMBERED card, and an ID card in order for me to send money back home.
I’m the one with a funny accent who is refused to be seen by a doctor because of my status, for as long as my illness is not preventing me from working, I don’t seek for one.
I’m the one who jumps the multimillion dollar fences, and sometimes brace the waves of the Atlantic as much as I do the sand storms of El Paso.
I’m the one who is spoken about in your early morning airwaves, and late evening TV news cast, as long as your politicians have an agenda to make off me.
I’m the alien from the FAR EAST you suspect is going to blow up some building or hijack some plane, as long as my first or last names starts with an Arabic connotation.
I’m the alien from the DARK CONTINENT you suspect is poverty stricken, and disease infested, as long as I cannot donate to your blood banks, I’m fine.
I’m the alien from the combined lands of the INCAS, AZTECHS, MAYA, and OLMECA you suspect climbed over the fences of your southern and western borders.
I’m the legal and illegal immigrant.