That American Dream

(This poem more appropriately represents my American born child’s thoughts- I am the first generation immigrant)

Even when they talk about kindness to self, the pressure is there

Relentless; something of which you are constantly aware

You know the American Dream you have to embody

You know successful in traditional terms is the only way to be

Anything that deviates from that self-inflicted stereotype

Is disdainful, you just have to live up to the hype

Of a hard-working, academically brilliant science nerd

You have to be in the race, be seen and heard

Overt pushes and subtle nudges all combine

To direct you towards a well-trod path, so you can shine…


The baggage of immigration gets passed down to you

The dreams of your parents you feel like you have to carry through

Burdened with the weight of the struggles they faced

You yourself struggle to find your unique place

The American Dream was not meant to be

As restrictive as for you it has turned out to be…


So you protest at times, but boundaries you respect

You’ve learnt to live within constraints, and this aspect

Leads you to success despite all your doubts

Under the pressure you could have done without

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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