Poems about Immigration

Everybody has heard  The moving to another country for a better future It isn't easy is what they say
He tells me I'm lucky to live here That we’re safe and welcomed by everyone here
No, I did not expect to die A one-shot blow to the head A loaded gun cocked right at me I lay in bloody streets of hate Foreshadowing the
They say I look foreign. They say I don’t belong. So where is home? The place I have grown to know.
How do people expect Someone new to this place, To learn the language Without putting sounds to a face.
i’m exhausted of the numerous times i had to direct your mouth to utter my name
Gimme a Pix o' PIZZA I want a Pix o' PIZZA Hungry for a PIZZA Waiting for a PIZZA
You insist this is America