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I’m Rafael, I Am Undocumented And Proud!

Hello my name is Rafael and I am proud to say I am undocumented.

I came to the United States when I was just four years old and now I am 19. I live in Brooklyn, New York. I’m Mexican; however, I can’t remember anything about Mexico, the only place I can call home is here, the United States. I finished High School last June and now I’m in college. Being undocumented has been very hard for me but it hasn’t stopped me from making my dreams, of higher education, come true.

The reason I’ll do anything for higher education is because of my parents. Since I was little, my parents always told me that they brought me to this country so that I could have a better life than they had. I always had that in the back of my mind. I believe that I’m not only fighting for my dreams, but I’m also fighting for my parents’ dreams.

I faced many challenges to get where I’m at right now. One of my biggest challenges was facing the death of my father in 2009. It is very hard to understand why things happen the way that they do but I didn’t let this stop me. I still kept doing what I had to do to excel in school. Since my dad past away I became the man of the house, I have five sisters and five brothers. I’m the fourth oldest so I had to look out for my younger siblings and I always tell them that if I can do it, they can as well do it.

Anyone can make their dreams come true, when they put their mind and heart to it. Nothing is impossible! Always think positive and lets hope and push for the New York Dream Act pass!

I’m Rafael, I am undocumented and proud!

My Name Is Bruna And I’m Coming Out Through Music

My name is Bruna and I’m 28 years old, brought to the U.S. when I was only 14 years old in 1998. I didn’t come here to live the “American Dream” nor did I come here to become famous or be part of Hollywood movie scenes. I came in obedience to my parents whom I trusted they knew better. I came from a place where my values weren’t based on the size of my bank account but based on the size of my love and the wholeness of my character.

Brazilian, naive, I lived a simple life, had big faith, had great friends, loved music and had great desire to learn. I was always fascinated with different cultures and different languages; I quickly picked up spanish and learned English in less than 6 months when all I knew prior to entering the country was “yes”, “no”, “please” and “thank you”. And frankly, I had never imagined how often I would need to use these four English words. In 14 years I chose to say “yes” to dignity and “no” to faking things. I had to say “yes” for an under paying job but chose to say “no” to suggestions to do some illigal stuff. I said “yes” to learn about my new culture, to developing new friends and to working as I finished High School but said “no” to myself when I was so tired that giving up was sounding cool. I said “yes” to believe in God, myself and my neighbor but said “no” when depression was trying to get me down, to get me lost and faded. It was then when I began to really use the word “please” very intensely: I asked “please” God, don’t let me be confused. “Please” don’t let me get used to this feeling… I’m Brazilian yes, but here is where I’ve been living, learning, growing, sharing and building.

In the U.S. is where my friends are, also my home and siblings from Brazil. Now I’m more American than anything else. Please let me know what is the feeling to go anywhere without the fear that my home will be taken away from me. “Please” don’t let me get sick because in the hospital they may reject me for not presenting them a social security number or they might send me a bill higher than what myself alone could ever pay.

Finally, one day after crying for hours trying to find strength to keep going with my life I decided to plead out loud, I screamed: “please” God give me strength and let me see a way out! And suddenly like in a sweet gentle breeze that refreshes you in the hot sun I began to say thank you for the person You allowed me to become! I’ve become more creative, stronger and patient, compassionate, human also more realistic and certainly wiser. “Thank you” for the difficult times, it has been 14 years now and I feel that it’s time to fly up high.

Along with all of those who didn’t deviate their character but kept themselves pure and with hopes up, never giving up. “Thank you” for those people who stayed by my side who helped me with encouraging words, love and good advice. “Thank you” to those who helped me move forward, encouraged me to keep going! I’m blessed with friends who didn’t judge me for not having my identity written down on paper, but loved me for who I am and who told me the truth: that a person without a dream is dead; that I must continue to dream big because I certainly will live to see my dream coming to pass! I decided to write a story and come out through music, which has been my comfort and inspiration. I dedicate it to all the DREAMers out there.

Song Titled: I’m Dreaming For So Long

Bruna works full-time as a child caregiver, dedicates her free-time into singing and playing both the keyboard and guitar as she pursues her BA in psychology and religion. Her dream is to become a counseling psychologist and have a part-time career as a Gospel singer.

Undocumented, Unafraid, Queer and Unashamed

In honor of Coming Out of the Shadows Week, we will be highlighting a story a day. Please keep an eye out for them. If you would like to submit your story, email Angy@nysylc.org



My name is Felipe I am from Brooklyn, New York but I was raised in Chicago

My parents immigrated to this country from Mexico when I was 7 years old leaving my sister and me behind, a year later in 1995 my sister and me were reunited with them in Chicago. I have been undocumented for 17 years now. I am 24 years old now and have a bachelor’s degree from The Cooper Union in New York.

Growing up I knew I was undocumented and felt fear and shame, it hasn’t been easy but I have reconciled with it embraced it, I’ve learned to love my undocumented queer body. It has taken years for me to come to terms with me being undocumented. But I have realized that I am not alone and that you are not alone either, there’s a large community of undocumented youth and allies out there. It’s because of them that now I can say that I am ready to come out and I am no longer afraid! We need to step away from the shadows of fear and shame, we can’t hide any longer, we need to come out!

Being undocumented was difficult growing up and I was faced with many obstacles. As a kid I felt I was living a lie, not being able to be myself. Not being able to enjoy simple things my friends were able to do such as having the right to drive, work and travel. I have worked hard to be where I am now, but along the way I’ve had many doors closed because of my status. I have never let my status define who I am or stop me and decide my future. I took and absorbed any opportunity that my way. Being undocumented has made me stronger and wiser; it has made me appreciate what I have accomplished. I was accepted into an Ivy League school in New York, where I was fortunately awarded full tuition. I graduated in 2009, and more than anything, I would love to use my degree to make a difference and contribute to this country. I have yet to experience the American Dream to the fullest, and I have yet to feel free!

I am tired of waiting. I am tired of living in the shadows of hate and ignorance. I am tired of people deciding and having the power over my future. I can no longer allow myself to be fooled and placated with smiles, promises and handshakes. I want actions; I want to be free! I am not sorry that I was brought to this country for a better life, and let me put this clear ‘my parents are not criminals’ and they didn’t make a mistake by bringing me here! It’s not an option and it will never be an option for me to go back to Mexico, it’s not an option because this is my country, I am American, We are Americans and we have the right to remain here!

Lets not forget that we are in a country whose history was made by immigrants. We are making history; we are part of history! This is the civil rights movement of our time! These anti-immigrant law like the ones in Arizona, Georgia and Alabama are inhumane but most importantly these laws are un-American! It’s a shame that we live in a country that prides itself on freedom but at the same time thousands and thousands of immigrants feel imprisoned and unseen in their own country by our broken immigration policy. We can no longer wait; we can no longer be oppressed.

We need to step away from this fear. The country we call our own can no longer oppress us. We need to come out! We belong here, we’re Americans. We need to unite and demand a pathway to fix our broken immigration system. We are not demanding the unimaginable; we’re demanding a human right! We are a community of undocumented youth and allies and lets not forget that an attack on undocumented youth in other states is an attack on all undocumented youth! Come out and be proud.

My name is Felipe. I am Undocumented, Unafraid, Queer and Unashamed

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