Immigration,

What this land was built on.

This land was a source of freedom,

An escape to oppression, the beginning of hope.

 

Everyone came. 

From the West Coast, North Coast, East Coast, South.

 

Everyone wanted a piece, 

Everyone wanted freedom. 

Everyone wanted to be,

Overall free of oppression.

 

So what is going on now?

Why is immigration seen as such a negativity.

If that were the case, 

Why are Natives seen as a liability?

 

Immigrants took their land and made it their own,

Why did this man come, 

And try to send my grandmother "home?"

This is her home,

this is where she worked,

where she grew up, 

where she gave birth, 

to my mother,

A woman who struggled.

This is where she, worked,

where she grew up,

where she gave birth,

to me.  

This is where I live. 

This is where I will stay.

Where I will advocate that immigration is a beautiful thing.

It is what started this country,

It is what built this country,

It is what will maintain this country.

And if it ends, so will this country.

 

May the walls built

Be against war, tyranny, and evil.

Not against hope and work, but against upheaval.

 

This is my land, yours, and everyone else's, 

A concept known as immigration.