Poems about Immigration
A young boy walks alone
with all he has in one little sack.
He is far far from home
but he cannot turn back...
When did America decide outsiders were bad? They themselves were once outsiders. Maybe that is why.
Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps
ARI IS MINE BECAUSE SHES THE SWEETEST GIRL I LOVE YUH
YOU HATERS ARE MAD HA HA YOUR MAD YOU THINK YOUR COOL
This is not a recrudescence of racism
In America or in the world, but rather
shaunsterxxx
legends never die i make good songs ayy
all six nine wanna do is kill me ayy im shaunsterxxx