Poems about Immigration

Noble white hands go againstThe wind. Playing with the tanned sand,Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchats
We are amazing We are free
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,
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela  
  Pinto Beans   I learned to cook From mi abuela  
Adrian R. Clark 420 Evergreen Rd. Pacific Grove, 93950 (831) 346-2191
America is great, Full of perfect people, Speaking perfect language.   They say speak child,
It’s recess time and the school playground is filled with laughter.
Make America Great Again!This country used to pride itself in Being a "melting pot" of a nation. Now the mention of immigration bringsCon

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