Poems about Immigration
roses are red violets are blue
I have stopped counting the number of days when I feel unable to do anything
They have declared you Alien, stamped it on various government documents and wallet-sized drugstore photographs.
Berlin, Berlin is all I see, Berlin, Berlin is where I want to be…
Born somewhere Don't know how to spell the fucking place Grew up in Texas Figured my life would be here
“Lucky” One day at school hands shot up across the room, for show and tell.
Laying on my bed, I stare blankly at the wall. Silence surrounds me, yet it sounds like screams in my ears.
I never have a free weekend to party or have fun
All I see is violence All I hear are lies All I want is happinness All I get is hatred
She stands there Day and Night. Never waivering Never backing down