Poems about Immigration

Dear Beautiful America, A scared girl she was when she crossed the border.
I come from a little town in the western part of Mexico A pueblo called Santa Anita in Guadalajara, Jalisco
an overreaction, a laugh a disorderly disagreement between two people who don't talk much
I am Jackie Le I live in a large household and this house holds me; nurtures me.
We come here in hopes of a new life,we come here in hopes that we'll surive,
Everybody has heard  The moving to another country for a better future It isn't easy is what they say
He tells me I'm lucky to live here That we’re safe and welcomed by everyone here
No, I did not expect to die A one-shot blow to the head A loaded gun cocked right at me I lay in bloody streets of hate Foreshadowing the

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