By Javier Pujols, Senior That’s how many of us, immigrants, relate back to our countries.
Mi pequeño país. Where the streets are filled with the sounds of tamboras and Güiro colors of caribbean life. Mi pequeño país. Where the water flows freely and the soothing breeze fills the air. Mi pequeño país. Filled with poverty stricken cities and social hardships. We move to a country that promises freedom and liberty, To succeed in a strange and distant country may seem unachievable, Where the language once appeared as hieroglyphics, Where the incomprehensible words were overwhelming. But determination will prevail, En esta tierra ajena y lejana.
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Javier PujolsI am an immigrant student from Dominican Republic; I have a passion for the biological sciences, and I can’t wait for what life brings me next. Read More! |