Immigrant tongue

They move from empty homes

To dusty roads

To urban streets

Were the neighbors are sold

The people I know

are gone over the sea

over the ocean

over the years

for dreams they can't afford

for hopes they can't provide

These are my people

The people who end up

Cleaning your

House

Rooms

Offices

Schools

Hospitals

The people who wait on your tables

Who cook your lunch and dinner

Who babysits your child

Keep them feed and safe

So they grow up to have better jobs than their babysitters own child

These are the immigrants

I, too, am immigrant

I represent the color of culture

I speak the Immigrant tongue

Live the immigrant way

I have a fistful hardworking people

That keeps this nation feed and safe

They keep this nation moving

But they still get the strangers face

They still get the same appearance

Over and over again

These are the people

The hard working people

Legal

Illegal

Taxpayers

Taxi drivers

Truck drivers

Cleaners

Liquor owners in every corner

I am, we are migration

One of the million

Of the million moving nation

With silent dreams that are different but yet so alike.

I, too, am immigrant

I represent the color of culture

I speak the immigrant tongue

Live the immigrant way.

These are my people!