You and I have arrived; escaped war, disease, famine, pestilence. We cut fences, dug tunnels, sailed seas, rode under trucks and trains. We hid during the day, walked at night. Miles? Thousands.
Are we welcome?
If we are polite (eyes cast down, hands clasped) they will let us clean their homes and offices, work their burger joints, pick their fruit, cut their lettuces, guard their mansions, cook their meals, care for their babies, wipe the nether regions of their elderly.
You and I (eighteen hour days, two jobs and more), we will survive.
As for our children? They will thrive.
Written for Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ tyrannical weekly 100 word challenge.