Poems about Immigration
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
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-