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
Me
Me
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

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