Poems about Immigration
If only this was on TV - If only I could share it with whoever I wanted - If only I could see it at the movies - If only "Playkid"
When I think about you
Brown cracked skin baked in the sun
Eyes that have seen dreams
"English please?" they always say,When I'm trying to figure things out but my words drift away.
So Trump has flipped
On H One B
He had to though
X-plain to see
When Elon speaks
When we moved to this country, I was just ten.“It will all be fine, trust me”But I was so jealous of them. The ones who spoke perfect Eng
In eighteen eighty-seven, a thread was spun,
A mill was born in Fort Mill’s hands.
On the distant heights of exile, that child sits. His beard is the ash of years, and his eyes gaze into eternity.