Poems about Immigration
On the distant heights of exile, that child sits. His beard is the ash of years, and his eyes gaze into eternity.
I am my immigrants Parent’s daughter I am their hopes and dreams they once wished to achieve, molded as if I were clay to achieve what th
No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
Love is enough though the world be a-waning,Love is enough though the people have no voice but the voice of complaining,Though the skies
The history of Black People,And all of our People should be celebratedYear-round: every day, week, month, and decade.