Poems about Immigration
(poems go here) I call myself Haitian sensation
Insinuating my swag
Because I know I am God’s greatest creation
Dreamers.
Those who come with no malicious intent.
Those who didn't even want to be here in the first place.
Every weekend I go back to Glencoe, to a house that has a back yard and stairs that I have to climb to get to my room.
JKF and his old lady were trend setters,
And many people wrote them fan letters.
Jackie O. was a fox,
Can someone tell me what time is it?
Tick tock, tick tock,
The clock of my life ticks away,
As a child you told me stories.
Stories of princesses and dragons and magnificent castles
I hear the whispers in the wind. I hear the cries from a distance. I hear the shackles beneath my feet. Have been caged no longer free.
People like to bully immigrations when they do not even know their side of the story.
Who are you to judge others?