no, the deadline passed already. please look into it for the next time.

if you or someone you know is in deportation proceedings, please contact us at info@nysylc.org.

wow felix de verdad k yaa lo unico k se merecee es el exiitoo despues de ttantoo sufrimiento creo k se merece ser el mejor y tener mucho exito en su vida :)

Viva los Dreamers! Its time for the Truth to come out!!

Ditto....not sure about your selection of who should speak for whom...i think at the end of the day #dreamers working on the ground (in the trenches) should speak on behalf of themselves #truth

Hi Bill,

Unfortunately, there is NO PATH TO LEGALIZATION for undocumented youth at this point. Please support us in our efforts for quick passage for the Dream Act, a bill that will create a path to legalization for undocumented youth!

oh....helll no.. you didnt just spread lies. Its ALL our tax money too as immigrants also pay taxes and are citizens of this country even if a nine digit # doesnt confirm this reality

We have a large team of dedicated dreamers and citizen youth who work hard everyday to make this happen! If you are in NYC, come visit us...http://www.nysylc.org

Hey this is super exciting! If only I could draw or use photoshop better :-(

Oh I love both Langston and Whitman..I was an english major in college.

My favorite poem fit for this work, which i might contribute a blog post about later :wink wink: is that of Wislawa Szymborska. A beautiful poem, its really a call to action!

Children of Our Era
by Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by Joanna Trzeciak

We are children of our era;
our era is political.

All affairs, day and night,
yours, ours, theirs,
are political affairs.

Like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin a political cast,
your eyes a political aspect.

What you say has a resonance;
what you are silent about is telling.
Either way, it's political.

Even when you head for the hills
you're taking political steps
on political ground.

Even apolitical poems are political,
and above us shines the moon,
by now no longer lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
Question? What question? Dear, here's a suggestion:
a political question.

You don't even have to be a human being
to gain political significance.
Crude oil will do,
or concentrated feed, or any raw material.

Or even a conference table whose shape
was disputed for months:
should we negotiate life and death
at a round table or a square one?

Meanwhile people were dying,
animals perishing,
houses burning,
and fields growing wild,
just as in times most remote
and less political.