Poems about Immigration

Stereotype that hurts me This is the evil partfrom me and my heart

There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore

Third

I started off so timid and shy.

There is a song that I was forced to hear The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate

All throughout the years, both my mother and father have helped me grow. When I had fallen

Change. My life is change. It is, Language,

Prepubescent face, With eyes judging the world. It becomes clear to him a life in which hate

My immigration apprenticeship man up Painting apprentice oh wow

Madre, why can't you go visit Mexico? Madre, why did my uncle get taken away for going 5 miles over the limit?

In the midst of a sunny afternoon Playing with dolls, and my favorite cousin Windows of a pink room wide open

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