Poems about Immigration
Young me didn't know you were going to leave, But you left. You didn't leave on purpose but forcefully taken away.
People call me a liar and a hypocrite. It hurts like heck. I've been through Hell's fire in a literal sense
The melting pot stopped melting because water can only boil so much when there are no additives;
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