Poems about Immigration

Mama told me to prepare for war But how do you prepare when you can’t see the enemy
Ten years have passed  I am glad To live in the U.S with my dad And make a better life than what I had  
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
I started off so timid and shy.
There is a song that I was forced to hear The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate
All throughout the years, both my mother and father have helped me grow. When I had fallen

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