Poems about Immigration
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
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