Ramona's Story.
My name is Ramona. I am 17 years of age and I attend a boarding school in the United States of America for the rich and needy. I don't fit in because I'm not like everyone else. My family is from Chiapas, Mexico we are undocumented immigrants who have somehow found their way into the richest neighborhood in America. Every turn I take I am greeted with the face of a white man who somehow feels he owns me and believes he can walk over me. I watch the words I say knowing one wrong move can cost me the very air I breathe. There is a man on my street that always has his hands on his hip ready to pull out his gun on me. He scares me because he has the highest chance of being the absolute death of me. How is it that he is afraid of me when he is the evil which holds a weapon? My only crime is not looking like him. In Chiapas, although we were poor there was a great sense of community because we didn't have to think about losing our lives to a white man or trying to fit in. Mi Ma...