Call us immigrantes, if that's your word for us who swallow heartache and keep a dream or two hidden from your stabbing gaze. Or call us immigrantes, while you lie about your law-abiding nature and your love of state certification.
And call us immigrantes, even if we qualify under your all-American regime as so-called native born, because we don't like the way you use the word like a wanted poster, as if in your high-and-mighty tradition anyone ever cared about who was actually native born or what rights exist on other people's ground.
Call yourselves immigrantes when you sign up to work for some overseas company because that's where the money is. Or call yourselves immigrantes when you never cease moving in search of the better way. And call yourselves immigrantes when you say, "live free or die."
Go ahead and say it. We are immigrantes all.
