Poems about Immigration

The Tower lies in rapturous silence, The Margalite Palace ready themselves for wrath and ruin,

It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations... From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!

It started with a box. Left in that parking lot.

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I think he knows I’m alive, having come down The three steps of the back porch

The shirtless man by the ticket counter has already broken the gloom here, his crowd

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides

Mitt hus

Mitt hus Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,

"Here"

Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen,

"Here"

Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen,

in the midst of it of disease and sickness i struggle

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