Poems about Immigration
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
The pilot says
We're landing in thirty minutes
thirty minutes to prepare
for a new land
a new language
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith
From single mother poverty and no high school education.
When you stepped off that plane
With your darkened eyes
Today, i walk with fire in my soul,
living between untethered moments
of rapture and heartache.