My resolution is revolution

Hello fellow dreamers Happy New Year to all.
It's been awhile since I've posted here but tonight I write this post with a heavy heart. 2013 was a year of new experiences for me I got married earlier in the year and even got to experience Comic-Con for the first time, because I've always wanted to go. I lived it up this summer because the last couple years I've always spent my summers working, slaving away to the very figment of our imagination that drives the reality that we manage to stay afloat in. Of course i'm talking about money that meaningless piece of paper that isn't backed by gold but if you lack it you will spend your nights hungry.
Fellow dreamers I write this with a heavy heart indeed. 2013 took a downward spiral for me after my birthday, I have a four year old daughter that lives with her mother in Il. who I have supported from day 1 her wardrobe was provided by me her bedroom set and still sent her mother 50 dollars a week. I was blessed at the time for having a good paying cooking position. My birthday was September 1st and I turned 25 this year, I've been a member of this sight since I first got wind of the dream act junior year of high school. On September 4th came the first of many pitfalls that would ultimately lead to the despair I feel in my chest on this new years eve. Baby moms filed for child support! I spoke to her upon realizing that she had put in the order that I'm not a citizen here which was information she knew because I was in a 3 yr relationship with her (my prior threads detail my journey to legalization more in depth) she responded "Oh the lady says that's not a problem." I was accepting of the decision because I was already sending her money and you know how some women can be vindictive especially when you just got married. So child support is in order I am of course compliant with the 60 dollar a week order as I had already been paying 50. Then came the blow that would seal my fate, I was laid off from the corporate franchise restaurant I worked for after 2 yrs because the company was implementing cutbacks, they seriously shaved an ounce off every steak without noting that in the menu to inform the customer. I got a new job at another restaurant a month later and assimilated well to the new environment but after a month got a call from the Gm informing me that I couldn't continue to work there because my work elegibilty couldn't be verified. Talk about irony huh, here I am providing for my family handling my responsibilities but living in this society it's illegal to make money the legal way because you don't have a silly piece of paper. That was in late October, I've held my head high though since getting laid off, I've done the song and dance of going on interviews to present my self as a good slave to that soulless piece of paper the world runs on. All the while in the back of my head is that voice nagging " Why bother your only gonna work a month and then not pass e-verify" but still I dredge on because once you admit defeat you will descend into an abyss of no return. Today however the crown became too heavy to bear. I went to the career center in the town I live in and got assistance from a nice woman that worked there. She informed me of a local nursing home looking for a dietary aide, I went there and filled out the lengthy application then got to the page that asked if I would consent to a criminal background check. At that moment I had an epiphany I have never committed a crime in the 16 years I have lived in America "illegally". I say "illegally" because these frauds expect us to live a sub par existence here and feel like we are not allowed the rights to create a livelihood for ourselves and our families because we don't have a piece of paper. This country was built on the exploitation of fellow human beings and you know what I've realized they don't discriminate about who they enslave may it be the Chinese to build them a railroad blacks for free labor or even the new slaves the Mexicans because "THURR TAKIN ALL OUR JOBS" (in my redneck less informed hillbilly voice)
At that moment my eyes welled with tears because then I knew of course I would pass the background check but I could never get the job because I don't have a green card or work permit. I drove the whole way home quietly sobbing. Fellow dreamers I have faced this hardship before as detailed in my older posts, but this time, this time it's different I am no longer that 17 year old with wide eyes and great ambitions reveling at the possibilities of America but now 25 a bit wiser with the knowledge that the system that this country has built and falsely portrayed to my mother in 1992 when she came here seeking a better life not informed of immigration proceedings and then making the decision in 1999 to raise my brother and I here in the self proclaimed land of flowing milk and honey after we were living in Jamaica IS A LIE. The only people that still believe in America are immigrants we are the ones still hopeful that we may reap a bountiful harvest in a commercialized materialistic beast of a land. The system has to change this feeling of despair coming over me going into the new year has to change. I prayed when I got home today because in every calamity I have faced in my existence my faith is the only reason I have remained a reasonable human being even when these situations seem to lead a man to a life of crime as a basic need of survival in a land that labels you illegal after you've called it home for 16 years.
I feel better after sharing this so to all my dreamers I leave you with this Psalm 40:1-3 : I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD. Living in the matrix of lies God is the only truth maybe the dream act will pass in our lifetimes. The irony.