I am from the small border town of Tijuana, Mexico. Seeing kids hustling on the streets in the middle of oncoming traffic and begging for money is sadly, second nature. Although, this is considered the norm, I have a deep desire to do something, to help in some sort of way. 

For a long time, I was ashamed of where I was from, as a kid, I would constantly lie about my place of birth. The corruption of the Mexican government espouses  no remorse. Today, I choose to embrace my town, not the corruption, but my people. Many are fearful to the U.S./Mexico border due to Mexico’s infamous bribery and violence, however, all I see is a result of a greedy government The people here are fighting to survive. I am not attempting to justify their crimes and actions whatsoever, but I understand. People are in deep need; more than when I was raised here. 

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