From the moment we started this blog, I have been unable to get its' title out of my head: A dream deferred. Most days, I always find myself contemplating its' meaning to me, personally and I have come to realize that, as much as I don't like to admit it, my undocumented status has indeed forced me to postpone many if not all of my dreams and aspirations. Some I know will be fulfilled someday, others time has slowly taken with him.

My deferred dreams didn't fester or crust over And as much as I would have liked them to, they can't run or explode, not even to set me free. As a matter of fact, their deafening silence and quiet urgency can only be heard by me, it seems. My deferred dreams are just that, a heavy, forbidden load waiting to materialize.

It took me a few years to stop my daily scouring for news of some legislation, a lawyer or frankly anything that could have saved me and as I've matured, I now realize that being undocumented is the plight that I and those like me share and must carry in this world. I have come to accept that as bad as my status or lack thereof is, my life could have easily been worse...

I decided to stop feeling robbed and unjustly punished and bathe in my blessings.