Poems about Immigration

Purpose of life By: Alondra Martinez-V   The Instructor said,
The Tower lies in rapturous silence, The Margalite Palace ready themselves for wrath and ruin,
It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations... From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!
It started with a box. Left in that parking lot.
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I think he knows I’m alive, having come down The three steps of the back porch
The shirtless man by the ticket counter  has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides    The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides
Mitt hus   Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
  Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen, 
  Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen, 

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