Poems about Immigration

Diversity is what makes america great Each culture threaded in the american fabric like clockwork
When I landed in America I couldn’t believe my eyes
I can hear the wails of my black/brown brothers and sisters of the past Loud and clear.
“America the Beautiful" Many a times I have heard But beauty is subjective Beautiful to thy neighbor
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  

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