Poems about Immigration
Perfectly positioned Southeast
As a greeting to oncoming vessels
I am the strongest woman in the world.
I have survived a nation that did not want me.
My village had no electricity and one pig.
This is the story my father tells when he thinks
Bernadette Irankunda. i was only a 9 year old girl . coming to a country i didn't know , didn't speak the language. Here I'm.
You tell me to dream
Yet you take away everything
You tell me to dream
And still I'm not good enough
Angie Brooks who was ironically born
in the month of May gave birth to four
is as gentle as the stroke of a newborn
I'm from the capital of oil producing place
I'm from where people live in actual homes and not caves
I walk and fall but I continue
to work hard all day in the field
Picking and chopping to try to survive