Wordless Voice: English

I Am From

I wrote this poem a few years ago as part of a work exercise, but it became much more than that. It’s the story of crossing borders into a country I deeply love and proudly call home, while also honoring the place where my journey began.

It feels especially fitting to share it today as we celebrate the Fourth of July, a day that reminds us of the freedoms, opportunities, and hope that have drawn generations of immigrants to this nation. It’s also a personal milestone for my family, as my mom and I arrived in the United States on July 4th.

This poem is my story of gratitude, identity, and home. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I am from a small country in Central America.  

I am from warmth, volcanoes, and beautiful seas.

I am from people who love delicious food, like pupusas, plátano frito, and fresh cheese.  

I am from a community that is friendly, welcoming, and values family.  

I am from a country marked by civil war.

I am from violence and poverty.

I am from an immigrant, undocumented father, and mother 

I am from parents who believed the only way to survive was to flee to the Land of the Free.

I am from a mother who walked the border for hours, willing to risk everything to protect me.

I am from a mother who journeyed toward hope, toward freedom, toward liberty.  

I am from a mother who loved Jesus and trusted that He alone could truly set her free.

I am from a woman who persistently prayed for my spiritual liberty.  

I am from hardworking parents with day labor jobs, low wages, and simple apartment life.  

I am from parents who gave their children the opportunities and education they themselves only dreamed of.

I am from a family who watched me become the first to graduate from college.

I am from a land that opens its doors to “the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

I am from a secret place, knitted together and woven by grace.

I am from His image, from The One who looks beyond my immigrant status.  

I am from El Salvador, my Savior, who died so I can have eternal, permanent status.  


Stay tuned to the next word…

Yaneth Diaz

Yaneth (pronounced YAH-net) is a Jesus follower, wife, mom, and writer. She was born in El Salvador, and she and her mother immigrated to the US when she was four years old to escape the Civil War in El Salvador.

She was the first in her family to graduate from high school and college. She has served in ministry to teenagers for over 20 years and enjoys teaching young women to live a life with a purpose. She desires to write about topics that affect and shape her heart, our communities, culture, and faith.

For fun she loves spending time with her family and friends, watching movies, playing games, and if possible traveling

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