Poems about Immigration
Dear Santa, I know now that you are not a reality, but I remember back in the time you were.
Look at me. Look at my white skin, the way it isn’t caramel looking like my mothers.
Life now a days for some of us it's all party and games, For others it's all about working and achieving our gaols.
Long nights of infant screams that seemed to have no end;
Problems, drugs, criminals YOU are labeled with labels that infest your world
I see them, my parents The effort they put into everything, working hard. Working hard for me
Summer Time Lovin' Making out out in my oldie car
~My Beloved Tonti Girl~ All my life you were there for me
Privilege is realizing that You have no gag reflex over a porcelain bowl