Poems about Immigration
Diversity is what makes america great
Each culture threaded in the american fabric like clockwork
I can hear the wails of my black/brown brothers and sisters of the past
Loud and clear.
“America the Beautiful"
Many a times I have heard
But beauty is subjective
Beautiful to thy neighbor
Noble white hands go againstThe wind. Playing with the tanned sand,Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchats
As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be as
They called it the free world,
Where people came from around the globe,
Where people came seeking freedom,