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.

Behind the sky's cane is a wormhole and the remnants of my galaxy grandmother.

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

Everything gets warm.The flowers turn into fruit.During the chill time.

Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA

With a lot of luck In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions

Let Haiti be absolutely free

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.

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