“Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” ~~Harriet Tubman
I dreamed I met Melania Trump.
I did not hate her.
I did not recognize her.
She was a poor immigrant woman,
living in a shabby apartment,
trying to take care of her children,
& make a life for herself.
Her clothes were tattered & out-of-date
Her hair was brittle & dry,
most likely from a combination
of poor diet
& cheap styling products.
She offered to cook me a meal,
& I got the impression
her dignity wouldn’t permit refusal.
While she cooked, she spoke
about her Deep Pride in her heritage,
& her still Deeper Pride in being an immigrant
to the Land of Boundless Opportunity.
She had dreams
of a Successful Career,
& a Picture-Perfect Home,
& maybe even Marriage & Family
just like in the Movies:
America the Beautiful.
But her life had not turned out
like they promised in the movies.
She had done things she wasn’t proud of.
It seemed the Price That Must Be Paid.
Her dreams never seemed to come any closer to reality.
She said she was discouraged
& this scared her.
It meant she was
& she could not survive
without the Hope of a Better Life
for her children as much as for herself.
She did not want to doom them
to life as poor immigrants
in a brutal & callous country like this.
She said she feared deportation.
She said she feared homelessness.
And she asked me if I thought that
marrying for money
an unpardonable sin?
Who am I to judge?
Crazy Annie, Queen of Reality
let freedom ring…