number 4 for take off.
When I was younger my mother always prohibited me from going into places like this. The DMV, courts and especially the airports were places I was kept away from for our safety. Going to school, and the hospital, for the first time in the USA was also very terrifying for my mother, who was told from multiple friends, never to go there. Recently, I set foot in the DMV and saw the crazy lines friends keep talking about.
number 3 for take off.
I missed my first flight so I’m scheduled to leave on the next one which was an hour after. I had time to buy a Chai hot chocolate and croissant, which I threw away because I thought I wasn’t allowed to have liquids on board. Haha. Fail. I’m flying by myself; this special moment belongs to me alone. And now all of you.
number 2 for take off.
number 1 for take off.
The guy next to me just said a prayer for his safety, I wonder if he prayed while going through security the way I did, there’s danger there as well. I asked the guy at the window if we could switch seats but he ignored me and eventually said no. Some are privileged enough to fly all the time and don’t find the window of interest. I want to see it all. I’m shamelessly taking pictures. I must look like a tourist. We’re told to sit down and buckle up since we’re taking off soon. Final Destination comes to my mind, that thought is then filled with Yanelli’s picture, a young woman who was placed on a plane and separated from her family despite multiple suicide attempts. I’m privileged and lucky enough to be flying on my own will, not being forced like so many before me.
I don’t feel anything while the plane takes off. I’ve been to six flags enough times to get my body used to that empty stomach feeling when you’re up in the air. We’re off the ground. Flying high enough to cut through the clouds and go over them.
Wow.Besides the factories and pollution, the Earth looks so beautiful from up here. I can’t tell who’s undocumented and who isn’t. I jut see life. Life that has been destroyed and thought of as insignificant because of statuses we created. I just see land that isn’t assigned to a specific ethnic group or religion, our capitalistic greed divided it and conquered it only for our own benefit.
This flight won’t be like the first one, as I land I’ll be undocumented again. But something has changed. 20 minutes till we reach our destination. I want to cry because I just overcame one of the many obstacles I placed on myself because I lack a social security number. Flying while undocumented. I couldn’t continue to chant “undocumented and unafraid” but not practice the unafraid part. We practice being fearless in different ways, so at my own pace, I’m doing it too.
We’re all getting ready to leave. The plane just started to descend and it feels like a roller coaster. The beautiful state of North Carolina awaits me. I’ll get to experience this again on my flight back to New York. Hopefully it won’t be the last time I set foot on a plane.
I left something up in between the air and clouds. No, not my luggage. Fear.