Poems about Immigration
He moved here for people like me
From an old place called Italy
But never lost sight of his family
A man he lay in a pool of blood
his dreams and goals all shattered
just because of his color, skin color
Last night, in my slumber, I had a dream
It was an American one, one of exceptional encouragement
This is when your jaw drops,
You've finally seen the agony of a man that serves another for scraps,
The stray winds from a far-off place
Gather round over a still pool
And here the surface breaks.
I am from the unknown,
from the sweet nector and the pillow of comfort,
i am from sweaty skins all around,
Fields of Green
Mine, in my mind
I tend to them
Labor of love and ambition
No one sees my work