Poems about Immigration

Querida Mama, I hope one day I will be brave enough. Enough to tell you that I see your pain 
Restricted, Confined to this world we are bind. Slavery, Immigration causing nothing but frustration.  
Sahabat, bila engkau berkenan kusurati, hendak sekali hati kecil ini mempertanyakan.  
People gone are they Yet still stay I Illuminating them in my salitued
You are not mine You belong to others Others who mistreat and abuse They take you in Chew you up
Take me back to the days Where the feel of texture and distinguishing colors among Africans didn't matter
Dear Mr. Trump,   I feel like I’m living in a required reading novel,
Standing at the mouth, seeing the belly of the beast. Steps I take toward the impending digestion.
What wrong have I committed Why do you those eyes look at me with hate All I want is a safe place and a full plate
In a small town cafe, The cold table top Starkly contrasting against the

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