This November 6th Tammy Duckworth became not just the first Asian American woman elected to Congress in Illinois, but this Iraq veteran will also be the first disabled woman elected to Congress.
One complete badass lady.
That’s what I call a hero.
Help us pray for the soul of J’obert, owner of Tony Moran’s on Bourbon St in #neworleans #instgramhub #iphoneography #photooftheday #iphoneonly #bestoftheday #iphonesia #LaterGram #instamood #politics (Taken with instagram)
Best one yet!
Written by Angy, Love Me is an undocumented poem on lacking papers and love.
Click play and follow along.
Love me despite the many times I cry.
Wrapped up in salty seas.
I cannot swim.
Choking on thick gooey insecurity and vulnerability.
Love me even when I fail.
Because of requirements
Rejected from jobs, internships, and scholarships.
Disappointed and confused I may turn to you.
Hold me until it makes sense and it may never make sense.
Hatred and sadness clouds the mirror when I shower.
Fog consuming me.
Hiding my true self behind curtains of fear.
Fear I created. Fear I was raised in.
Identities that aren’t my own.
Skin rough cold texture pushing you away.
But please, don’t go away.
Love me even when the boxes on my applications are empty.
Missing from my life like the opportunities I could not receive.
Gone with the wind are my childhood memories.
Innocence that won’t come back.
Gone with the wind is a piece of me.
Empty social security number boxes
Empty resident status
Empty alien number
Empty visa type
Like the way I feel before entering the dream world,
the nightmare world
questioning the value of my existence.
Love me even when I can’t take you out or treat you,
To something better than this shit-hole.
Lacking both types of green papers.
Green card that is suppose to define me
with the ones who oppress me.
Green dollar bills that are suppose to define me
with the ones who oppress me.
Love me despite my calloused blood-pumping muscle.
Burned and thirsty from crossing into the land of the new.
Land of the free and home to the brave
I am brave.
So why not free?
Bruised, oppressed skin from suffocating struggling to keep going.
Trying to hold on tight, but my hands…
can’t grip onto watery-liquidy amor
Love me even when the government and media tell you not to.
Falsely represented and hated by many.
These feelings aren’t illegal or alien-like.
The way our hands meet and lips caress is a universal international language.
Sweat running down my hands, nervously touching your heart.
Burning down each fence and border wall around my heart.
Fearlessly screaming “te amo!” drowning down the evil pumping in my ears.
Breathing life and joy into a country where nothing seems right.
But this, is.
Glowing into darkness like fireflies lighting the way, that’s what love does.
Minutemen gunning down children
and border patrol deporting families
but this will still remain,
they can’t take it away.
Love me regardless of my mistakes and see me past my status.
Blinded by documents that do not exist.
See beyond my foreign face and notice the potential bursting within like Independence Day fireworks,
during a holiday I cannot celebrate.
Realize that all I am and all I will be isn’t solely identified by numbers
but more than one body can withstand
let me share with you, the little I have.
Love me even when I do not love myself.
Constant reminder that I do not belong that I am not wanted.
But I do.
And I will belong where I want to be.
Loving you past your papers,
whether they exist or not.
Evil papers that cut and sear our souls,
discriminate us but never controls,
segregates us but never silences.
Endless understanding and patience.
I don’t have answers.
I don’t know what the future holds.
But right now,
It’s me and you.
Crappy pasts, unpleasant presents and uncertain futures
Through it all
I’ll love you too.
For the past, present and future’s sake, I hope the Milwaukee Model works in #neworleans #politics #crime (Taken with instagram)
TRUTH! We don’t need an award to remember history. By giving an award in the same venue where the enemy will be at, I, personally find it insulting.
Putting things in perspective and building the bigger picture. I’m glad that Boston.com ran this piece, and that Al Jazeera’s running a bunch of different pieces on global migration right now. Much love to the #peaches :-)
Though, the question does need to be asked: why is it that on this list, you don’t see the recipients of AILA’s Advocacy Award (#imjustsaying)?
The Bolivian mission to the United Nations recently passed a resolution called: Rights to Water and Sanitation. This is why….