I am in awe of my surroundings, this place which is so perfect, so unreal- and yet so familiar. i feel blessed, spoiled and lost in world that does not belong to my own. And in this mixture of emotions
I am also fearful, worried and scared of what will happen when i have to return. This place where I am in peace and surrounded by others who think and are like me does not belong to me- to anyone. It is a getaway and sad though i may be, we must return to that crazy abyss that we call home. Back to the rude comments, the hateful intolerance that threatens to hunt us down. We are accused of not loving our country when we do everything to make it work. i feel my heart overflowing with love for this world and sadness for those who do not understand what we are all about. This sadness builds and builds and becomes too hard to carry sometimes. The weight of all the injustice slowly wears me down.
Sometimes I can't breathe because I am so angry and I want to shake those who turn a blind eye until they understand. And my heart is sadder still that those closest to me- those who I love the most in this world are across the street protesting against me. They yell and scream and break my heart. "You don't understand"- they say and all I can do is laugh because I know so much more than you know or think I do. I know how it feels to be hated and questioned for the color of your skin- to live in constant dread that someone will come to bring me terrible news about someone I love. I don't want to lose them- I love them all. But my battle- my purpose is more important than trying to please them. They believe they are doing the right thing- bless them because they are so caught up in the perfect life.
Sometimes I wish I could live that worry free beautiful life. I wish that I could sleep at night in total peace. I wish that I didn't cry everyday and fill myself with anger at everything I see on t.v. But my heart cannot close off from what is going on. It is broken and it is sad and though a change may not come in my lifetime I still have to fight and hope that it does. I want to look back on my future and feel proud at what I accomplished. I want to say I was there for the revolution- I created it and I fought with my words and not my fists. And when those who hurt and accuse me finally realize the error of their ways- that is if they ever do- I will receive them with open arms because I cannot fill my heart with anymore hate.
Tanya Lozano



