Poems about Immigration
I got sick today. My symptoms are
I know what it is like to not know where I'll be Wake up tomorrow without my baby
The people that see us, Don't really know, The suffering memories, We get to hold, Deep in our hearts,
When I leave my corazón de melón, You're the reason mommy will be alright. Alone you won't be.
We don't talk about her Her tough brown skin lingers in a corner We don't talk about it
All these issues in the world, don’t sugar coat it. I know you that you know this:
I’d love to rest my head on my mother's shoulder but,
As long as I can remember, my parents have been my role models.
Because I'm a immigrant i cant do things i wish i can do