I was motivated to write the following poem after one too many exchanges with others in situations similar to my own in which it was implied or outright stated that I am a traitor to others like me because I have no motivation at this time to return to a life in the US. It isn’t all that often that I am told things along these lines, but it is still too often for my taste. The point at which I was offended by the statements and implications was reached, and I felt the need to express my feelings on the matter: statements and implications such as I lack a sense of hopefulness, I am betraying my cause, or even that I am aiding those who are anti-immigration.
When I married my husband, I did not sign up to live my life as a political symbol. On that day, I made a promise to myself and to Salvador that we would live the best life for us; right now, that best life appears to be in Mexico, and I have no interest in fighting it.
I am not unhappy,
nor am I a martyr,
nor am I the mouthpiece for a cause.
I am not a symbol,
and living the life I want
does not betray others like me.
I am not a puppet
to either side of the argument,
nor do I live life tallying the points.
I am living the life I want to live,
even if it is not the one I had planned,
and I owe nothing to you.