Poems about Immigration
God dam it, I need a new doc . So I can stay on this thrill with this new set of eyes.
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