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.

Should I be ashamed to have two countries ingrained deep into my bones?

Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps

I know a place with a remarkable story One of poverty, sorrow, undeniable glory

I’m exhausted by the grief And drained by this place

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This is not a recrudescence of racism In America or in the world, but rather

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