Poems about Immigration

Sometimes it hurts to know the truth. It hurts to know that this is reality and you can't change anything.
I have a fire within me An inferno barely contained within the crevices of my soul
Why so scared little girl? Is it the tinfoil wrapped around your bones? My footsteps
Why so scared little girl? Is it the tinfoil wrapped around your bones? My footsteps
Tell me all about this name that was formed It was given to me the day I was born
The boycott taking place and people protesting for my race, but what are we trying to chase if the president ain't leaving his
  Who We Are   Imagine this Your ancestors living life free,
At varying moments through
At varying moments through
-and yet i am still breating feeling she is gone but i still feel her spirit surrounding me

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