Poems about Immigration

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-

I once was reading the web page of the CNN and I saw an article about how white politicians were denying refugees from South America leav

You’ve taught my people that our presence here was crucial

Run mama runThat man has got a gunHe’s gunning for your sonWhat has your son done?

Look among you, bless all you In The desert running on a boat stuck at sea some won't like us some will love us

I see you, old f(r)iend It was about time I came back again I am crawling on my knees

My Mentor

A mentor is not always a person you see. A mentor can be anything that motivates me.

SEA Me

we were the ones who had to flee we were the ones who had to leave became a gang of broken families

Ximena.

Take my hand It doesn't feel the same Cause in my dreams, you always stay Never close, but never far away

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