Poems about Immigration

It wasn't always like that, the place where i stayed that night,
i am the terrorist and the cowboy; the farmer and the capitalist. i am the fat man and the emaciated child.
So much hate No need to fear The color of skin They just don't understand We're all the same
A picture I took while in Canada, just thinking about how many people have come and went in this world.
This poem isn't made up to help others. It's from personal experience to help you all understand.
Apparently if there is a god he keeps on smiling at my mother ‘cuz they both made it through as well

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