I’m a poor girl, but I have a dream. I’m not beautiful, but I respect myself. I know who I am, and I know where I need to go. I am 17 years old. I’m Haitian. I’m very intelligent; I’ve grown up with my mom; I never had the love of my father. NOW, I am with my father. I live with my stepmother, my dad, my sisters, and my brother.
I came to the United States, because my parents believed I needed to have a better education. In my country learning is very difficult.
In my country when the family heard I was going to the United States, it was their expectation that when I came to the USA I would have a life in a better position and realize my dream.
When I got to the United States, I waited impatiently to go to school. I thought when I arrived at school, other people would treat me differently. Thanks God they don’t act like this.
This school is easier than those in my country; the only problem is the new language. The town where I live is very dangerous, because it has many black Americans and some Haitians who don’t like education. They don’t have a dream. They do drugs everywhere and every day. I want to make a difference in my life, because I love my God, my school and my family. After those things only my education can make me happy. I hope my future is going to be good, because I am working hard for this. I believe in God, and I know he will lead me on the right path.