Poems about Immigration

American'tt  a    k      eaway my rights to have neighbors of different backgrounds American't 
  Over the screams of homosexuality, of Islam.  The hope of immigrants, victims.
Welcome to America!  now turn around and shoo. Take all these papers  and come back a year or two.
Where I can walk down the street and get shot for being me
when my family came to this country,a ship sailing across a thrashing sea,
I will no longer lift my lamp Beside this tarnished door. My arm is tired. So few believe
We say the land of the free And yet we have a scandal about our President’s Pee.
As a little girl coming from South America to this new country,
"Why do we even have scholarships for minorities?" You know, you're right