Poems about Immigration

They swallowed tears before I came to Angel Island,   their America stained by the leaking blood
I live in the dark,
Because a war make Hmong People 
An incomplete fami
Put you hands down NOW  this isnt happening NO! yes, or i will shoot
If there was one thing I could change, There’s no doubt it would be To keep my parents here with me.  
The sun, up high warm breeze. humid. take me away.   snap. flew out, new place cool

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