'immigration'
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Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
Prestera. men varför? - Makulera. men vad då? för att etablera mig, nya versionen som ändå klänger och sträcker sitt håll på minnes handtag för att ju en dag skulle jag säga att detta allt var värt att kämpa för livet vilkets meriter har blivit mi
in the midst of it
of disease and sickness i struggle
struggle to pull myself out of bed start the
I want to go back in time
when I used to be free from cares
and Mother would hold me close.
I remember when we came
to that brand new world, America,
that sang of hope and freedom.
Seeking completeness I've come so far.
Although, it has robbed myself out of me.
But here, I have crossed what seemed,
a bridge too far.
Traces of flickering light glimpsing over lightless faces
lost in the lands they shall call home.
Faces, therein lostness, close but not close enough,
alone together under an unfamiliar sun, sinking and sinking.
Why so scared
little girl?
Is it the tinfoil
wrapped around your bones?
My footsteps
shaking your floor?
Life leaving your
neighbor's eyes?
Being torn from the soil
Your home is silent, full of peace.
Just you and your thoughts.
Just you.
As you open the door, there are so many things going on.
Screaming.
Crying.
Forest fires.
Taco Bell, tacos are swell, but nothing but white culture
American racism closing all chains
And we complain for immigrant vultures
My body is tense, my muscles feel like cold steel, I feel a knot in my throat, I can feel my heart rate rapidly increasing as I look at the eligibility requirements; I am in the top of my class, my GPA and personal achievements qualify m
If you live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feetthere's no helping you!Not even chicken feet?Not even a potluck, at your chosen place of worship?I'd have said not even pig's feet
