Poems about Immigration
Lips extend through my face, "Nothing's wrong", i tried to say, But all I can do is smile
I am a child of the Americas, A fusion of the rich culture of Italy Defining me only begins with my heritage
The Wet feels like dying, The Wet is wet from crying, The Wet bulk loading the undocumented
Five floors, a cherry tree, and my room on top. I ran down the stairs. I kissed the empty hall goodbye.
We came here to work, not to steal, We are dreamers, not robbers,
i. Feed the dog tortillas con leche tongue laps creamand corn
I am music and one of a kind I wonder if I am not myself who would I be?
Split by countless miles Through messages in files They share such feelings
The rain slowly falls, I quickly run for shelter. I see you sitting there, alone. You look my way and your eyes beg me for a minute.
My Yah Yah came from China He sailed across the sea He wanted to come to America to live in the land of the free