Poems about Immigration

An anonymous Katya or Magda with a simple peasant face, yet with eyes of intensity-
We learned your French, We learned your English, We learned your Spanish,
I am done with Having to shut up. Having to sit down
Your home is silent, full of peace. Just you and your thoughts. Just you.
Growing up education was of great importance I always had to have the best academic performance
The night-time has always elicited my mind's teeming thoughts.
Esa mujer que me dio la vida preciosa Esa mujer que me dio mi piel color de dulce mazapán
Esa mujer que me dio la vida preciosa Esa mujer que me dio mi piel color de dulce mazapán
Life is difficult itself. expecting for a better future Maybe for our kids... our siblings... our parents. 
If you live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feetthere's no helping you!Not even chicken feet?

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