Poems about Immigration

Does your mother strain her brain for words and correct English pronunciation patterns the same way
I can hear the shrieks of my ancestors Loud and clear Oh how they weep for us
Screw you Screw this Cause I haven't win ish I mean for real You know how many scholarship I tried to fill
I, Me, and Myself   I, had a short my life, but it’s not insignificant;
I am Mexican-American, I am one of you I was born and raised here, like many of you too
Ojos de tapatio - Maura Velez I am from the throat scratching stomach burning brandi in my father’s bar
They come From the great sea Wanting everything Taking all
The sea, the big and beautiful sea. Could strip a proud man and bring him to his knees.
I am an alien, a rapist, a criminal    My accent and skin color makes this visible