No Child Left Behind

December 12, 2013

I never knew

Migration preludes isolation

Memories of only my current nation

I've lived my days on the same path

Growing up brought greater pains

Rejected, though I took the oath

American in every way; road-blocked with no gains

No education, no job, left at an impasse

Things I never knew.

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