Poems about Immigration

Because I'm a immigrant i cant do things i wish i can do
To you, who flew in face of everything despite the world's old plans, Like a flower blooming after the garden was torched.
My Father By: Ariel Tapia My father is my hero He has given up so much
I am from red soap and red skies I am from limonada con tehuacan
Ridiculous I was back then. Weak was I back then. No potential even if I stood on top of Kilimanjaro!  
Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>.  Fear had stolen my lips away, Locked them in a vault under the sea-
I once was reading the web page of the CNN and I saw an article about how white politicians were denying refugees from South America leav
You’ve taught my people that our presence here was crucial
Run mama runThat man has got a gunHe’s gunning for your sonWhat has your son done?
Look among you, bless all you In The desert running on a boat stuck at sea some won't like us some will love us

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