Poems about Immigration

His skin looks old, brown, and wrinkled; scarred by the Mexican Sun; His wrinkles are a chronicle of his life-long Wisdom.
As my parents strived for a better life they walked a far distance, The United States wasn’t as close as it seemed,
My daddy built an empire with his tender, 18-year-old hands as he kneaded the pizza dough for $5 an hour
Every morning Dad comes home Exhausted and shattered by his work The money wouldn’t be asked more.
Our intentions are to find a better Life. We come to this country to work that's all.
-With “New Colossus” (1883) – Emma Lazarus-
In the shadows I stand, Waiting for the day when I am no longer called illegal Am I from outer space?
They say, I ought not be involved, With the people here, The culture of my peers. Their ways are defiled,
This injustice, it isn't right. We are all human, but they all wanna fight.
When I was younger, I read a series called the American Girl Diaries They were books about girls with red hair and freckles

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