Poems about Immigration
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.
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I discovered I was Mexican Of course, I always knew
I once believed in the American dream. I believed in it because of its hope--