Poems about Immigration

                                                               Wake-Up Caro (Ka-Row)
Born in classic white suburbia,   The most American Dream of cities.   Gifted with white picket fences,
I don’t remember exactly when I stopped being a kid  
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
  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

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