Tuesday, September 15, 2009

"Crossing Flatbush Avenue"












My Mother moved here over 20 years ago but her story is still fresh in her mind. Her story touched me because as women your family and friends mean the world to you. When you have to choose to leave them behind to go and live somewhere else permanently, it can take a toll on your mental state.
Hi my name is Donna and I moved here from Kingston, Jamaica. I have been living here in the U.S now for thirty two years to be exact. I now have family here that I didn’t grow up with because they were left behind in Jamaica. Now here in the states I have managed to land a job with the city of New York as a social worker. On my spare time I try to spend as much time as I can with my family. I talk to them and clean around the house. I came to the U.S. because my mother migrated here and she wanted a better life for her family. I expected life to be better in the U.S. because I witnessed a lot of my peers migrating here. I thought we would be better off here in the states. My life here now was not what I expected. I didn’t think that I would have a good stable job with a house and a car. I thought it would have taken a little longer because I was an immigrant. I do still use my native language especially around my family and friends. I consider myself as an American. I have my U.S. citizenship. I have achieved the American dream. Being an American means that you have a good paying stable job, a car and home ownership. I have changed my values and outlook on life since I’ve been in the states. I feel like America pressures its people into a certain lifestyle unlike back home. Back home you can run your household however you like but here in the states the government tells you how to eat, raise your kids and how to work. Now I can say that I am a U.S. citizen. Here in America in order for you to voice your opinion you have to be a citizen.

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