I wake to the morning's freedom, fresh in the air,

Realizing the gift of learning, a privilege to bear.

Legal status at sixteen, a license in hand,

Blessed with identity, in this vast land.

Yet, blessings come with burdens, heavy and deep,

Family smiles mask the pain they keep.

Their tears unseen, but I feel the weight,

Their silent struggles, their silent fate.

The weight of their past, their struggles untold,

Rests on my shoulders, as their stories unfold.

Through ancestral veins, I feel their plight,

Their legacy whispers through the night.

As the earth spins on, their spirits abide,

In the green of the grass, in the ocean tide.

Their sacrifice echoes in every breath I take,

Their dreams, their hopes, their heartbreak.

To my ancestors above, I send my gratitude,

For the battles they fought, the hardships pursued.

Their legacy lives on, in the freedom I see,

In the ability to learn, to be, to simply be me.