Poems about Immigration
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist
All that is left of us are whispers of blood, of cries of mercy, of threats of you
The wall with two sides, the land of the free and the land of broken dreams.
I had a nightmare a few weeks agoI was a child Limited to a cage with
Red, white, and blue What does that mean to you? To you red might symbolize love
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