Poems about Immigration

What. Is America? Is it the juxtaposition of pink toned flesh against deep caramel skin?
A cancer patient, An illegal student. They both have in common As much as they differ.
The American Dream Isn't that what we're all looking for?
Calluses riddle his palms that were tender once Marks of the weary Marks of the worried
I concur. If it's against my religion, it should be illegal. And while we're passing laws,
Beads of sweat Running down  My forehead I cant think straight  Im face to face
i hear the world screaming, the sickening wails i hear; those of the hopeless—each of them a separate and eerie tune
Did you know? Did you know that right now, in this very second, there are people crossing?
On a mid day in April, you have made a decision, A decision to leave your country for my education.
Up ahead, amid the dirt lies the fence. Tall and wide, black and tied it stands. It's forbidden, it's inhumane.

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