Poems about Immigration

There are many ways you can see things, for me is through my eyes or through my heart.
Growing up you are taught right from wrong, They file up the bad from good, 
I decided to attend an all women's college No, I am not gay No, I am not aggressive
Does your mother strain her brain for words and correct English pronunciation patterns the same way
I can hear the shrieks of my ancestors Loud and clear Oh how they weep for us
Screw you Screw this Cause I haven't win ish I mean for real You know how many scholarship I tried to fill
I, Me, and Myself   I, had a short my life, but it’s not insignificant;
I am Mexican-American, I am one of you I was born and raised here, like many of you too
Ojos de tapatio - Maura Velez I am from the throat scratching stomach burning brandi in my father’s bar

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