Poems about Immigration
She is my life, she is my heart,
She is not like you, treated horribly by her differences, tearing me apart.
I am a Jamaican.
You are a African American.
I walk down a path unknown,
You walk down a path unknown.
The american dream, making the united states seem like paradise
Some die trying to make their way to the united states
Hundred different footsteps echo in the streets
Thunder! Lightning! Rain!
all silenced by their heart beats
Hand over heart,
The other at his side
Tightly clutching a small flag.
Dreams dance above--
i am the terrorist and the cowboy; the farmer and the capitalist.
i am the fat man and the emaciated child.