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Glimpse in the life of an immigrant waiting to be waived by.


Submitted:Jan 16, 2014    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Heat!

It slowly begins with one small and insignificant soldier rolling down the side of your brow. The march signifies the beginning of the end!

August, the hottest month of the year in south Texas and the worst time to share DNA with penny pinching, gas saving parental figures. Worst part is facing the thought of cool wind so close yet so far away. Why is it so difficult to cross a damn bridge?

I scour the land for other victims of the yellow ball of fire but am only met by dark tint and blissful conversations being held in sub-hellish climates. Their loud, condescending laughter jabs at my side making me jump and more aware of the back of my knees getting stuck to the vinyl. It takes but 1.7 minutes to declare your fruits and vegetables!

Just as the bugle crescendos to the perfect volume at the most touching of measures I lock eyes with an angel. An angel worlds away, my Capulet, she continues the stare and with a smile revitalizes me transforming TAPS into Trumpet Fanfare. With one bachelor-like swoop I arrange the old waves on the noggin and squeegee the drops from my forehead. My second glance is greeted by a flirtatious wave and an inviting wink. She licks her pink lips as she gathers her words to me and speaks with such sweet, pre-pubescent male falsetto? "Chiclets?" My father nods dismissing the young boy entrepreneur. For Gods sake, the dogs already sniffed the tires!

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into more minutes of unbearable heat. It's driving me insane! The nerve of these green uniformed civil servants abusing their authority by asking every single person in every single car to divulge their origin. Come my turn on the stand I will rebel and lie,"American Citizen!" With authority and premeditation I will stare in the eyes of my nemesis and with much pleasure I will lie. As our transport approaches my nerves excite and my anxiety rises. Deportation, the consequence for those who fail to deliver with determination. As we approach we are simply waved through and with dismay I welcome the sweet cool breeze of August.





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