Poems about Immigration

I’d love to rest my head on my mother's shoulder but,

As long as I can remember, my parents have been my role models.

Because I'm a immigrant i cant do things i wish i can do

To you, who flew in face of everything despite the world's old plans, Like a flower blooming after the garden was torched.

My Father

My Father By: Ariel Tapia My father is my hero He has given up so much

I am from red soap and red skies I am from limonada con tehuacan

Ridiculous I was back then. Weak was I back then. No potential even if I stood on top of Kilimanjaro!

Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>. Fear had stolen my lips away, Locked them in a vault under the sea-

I once was reading the web page of the CNN and I saw an article about how white politicians were denying refugees from South America leav

You’ve taught my people that our presence here was crucial

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