My name is Marco Cervantes and I am #Unstoppable #Undocumented


“La planta del dólar también dio Flor ” This is what my mom said to me when we came home from misa. I love how simple instances like these can have a tremendous effect on someone. Her words made me think of my life and where I am now. My name is Marco Antonio Cervantes Garcia. I am 23 years old, Undocumented and Unafraid. I was born in Celaya, Guanajuato and lived the first year and a half of my life there. It was in a small town near Celaya in the 1970’s that my mom and grandmother would have to walk for hours to bring water to their families using fifteen pound jars. To this day my birth place still is in need of adequate systems and potable water.
In Chapel Hill, North Carolina I have enjoyed the privilege of having clean running water and listening to the cardinal song for almost  22 years. Growing up in North Carolina,  I thought I was just like the friends I made in school except my family ate different food, danced to different music, and had different conversations. Instead of talking about what college we plan to go to or what major we plan to study we would talk about not being able to work because it was muddy or who got arrested for driving without a license. These conversations helped bring context to who I was.
I went through my life trying to hide all facts of me being from another country. I wanted to fit in. I remember saying the Pledge of Allegiance, celebrating the 4th of July, and telling people that I was from California or Texas. These desires to appease my peers faded when I entered high school. It was there that I found more  clues into my identity. I could finally understand why there were only specs of people like me and why my parents clenched at the sight of red and blue lights. A time of great uncertainty for me came after graduating high school. In school, my grades weren’t spotless but I did aspire to go to college and uncover my hidden talents. During this time I had an impactful encounter with what Undocumented was to me. I lacked the will to pursue a college education due to scarce information about options and models to follow. Now I want to set my own mold and goals. I will become a Water Resource Engineer and work with communities to make sure they are able to receive clean water. Being a DACA holder made me more confident in my dreams to become an engineer. Now, I am back to the same uncertainty I was in high school.
-Marco Cervantes

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