Poems about Immigration
The rain slowly falls, I quickly run for shelter. I see you sitting there, alone. You look my way and your eyes beg me for a minute.
My Yah Yah came from China
He sailed across the sea
He wanted to come to America to live in the land of
the free
By day and night we struggle to fight,
we strive for something more, than taking the flight,
I write for those voices which are constantly unheard,
sometimes i cant think
stress is just too thick
illusions of blown rich
but not even have license
A DREAMers dream that of no other
just whispers echoing through cold stone walls
yet louder than thunder