Carolina de Cerrito
I wish I could be called by my
nombre verdad, my true name.
In Mexico I was called Carolina de Cerrito
In the US they call me Carol Hill
My parents brought me here when I was small
We came at night in the back of a truck
I dont remember, I was just told
Carolina now you are Carol,
this is a better place you will go to school
become a doctor, a nurse, a teacher.
Forget the mole y tamale, arroz con pollo,
I went to school and earned good grades
learned the Star Spangled Banner.
Now I want to study to be a teacher
but I can’t because I came in a truck and can’t forget
the flavors, the songs or my true name.
Now I am called a Dreamer.
Ms Q asked us to change our name and say what this person wished for. I thought of this story because I am working on a fundraiser that will give part of the proceeds to an organization that helps young people who came here illegally as a child and can’t get an education because of their immigrant status. They are of course called “Dreamers.”