Poems about Immigration
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I discovered I was Mexican
Of course, I always knew
I once believed in the American dream.
I believed in it because of its hope--
They say my people are descendants from a dragon and a fairy
who gave birth to 100 children
Growing up I was known as the foreign kid.
My clothes were crawling with a different language,
I grow up in a sea of white.
Everything that has been passed down from me has been white