Immigration; Illegal Immigrants; Miscarriage; Childhood; Race
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We entered through the back door.
I see a room.
A big metal cooler,
She went in and out a lot.
Some bread,
A foot long!
I was hungry.
But I couldn’t eat it.
She would scold me.
We entered through the back door.
I see a room.
A big metal cooler,
She went in and out a lot.
Some bread,
A foot long!
I was hungry.
But I couldn’t eat it.
She would scold me.
I am Mexican-American, I am one of you
I was born and raised here, like many of you too
My people are hard workers, and we stick together
When things get rough, we help one another
“The sons of God saw that the daughters of men were beautiful…”
- Genesis 6:2
