Poems about Immigration
I am from the vast landscapes Of the Horn of Africa I am from the bitter-sweet coconuts
From a family with nothing Skipping meals to strive Corrupted government
The pilot says We're landing in thirty minutes thirty minutes to prepare for a new land a new language
Incierto by: Sebastian Batista
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith From single mother poverty and no high school education.
When you stepped off that plane With your darkened eyes
Today, i walk with fire in my soul, living between untethered moments of rapture and heartache.
We come from a land filled with a loud and colorful noise echoing
I remember the days when you were nine. Where rainbows cast a kaleidoscope line.
Dear Illegal Immigrants: In plain English, hon Your argument is ridiculous For several, very obvious