Poems about Immigration

AmericaA land I used to love calling  homeA land I loved and lived in
Oh hey! Can you say that you see, the state of our country?
Each breath taken is An exercise, An experiment that stretches the definition of "American,"
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco
Crucible (Noun).   That Merriam-Webster, you know--
Where I’m from, The ocean hugs the coast And kisses the sky
Land of the free And home of the brave That’s what they’d say. Yes,
My Friends, Sam is at his greatest hour of need. / For our dearest Uncle's prosperity we must reaveFrom those who would threaten it.
America The Great American the Great America the great america the great
we are ghosts in america. invisible, empty, alone. "land of the free" only applies to those born the part.

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