Poems about Immigration

“America the Beautiful" Many a times I have heard But beauty is subjective Beautiful to thy neighbor
We are amazing We are free
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,
Adrian R. Clark 420 Evergreen Rd. Pacific Grove, 93950 (831) 346-2191
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela  
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela  
America is great, Full of perfect people, Speaking perfect language.   They say speak child,
Dear Donald Duck, We are not rapists . We are not drug dealers. We are not bringing crime.  

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