The Immigrant

Sat, 07/22/2017 - 12:34 -- Luana

He, White, small, and charming.

She, foreign, small and unique.

He, athletic, funny, and open minded.

She, no English speaker, and always hungry.

He, middle class, driver, and skater.

She, no dreams, no illusions, no home.

He, future, college, big house.

She, school, work, bed.

He, breakfast, camera, rest of the day.

She, no friends, no clubs, music.

He, Studio, youtube, stories.

She, thrift shopping, CD, radio.

He, new shoes, gym, goal.

She, followed, old dude, run.

He, mirror, Instagram, smile.

She, door, dance classes, boy.

He, girl, help, smoothie.

She, ice cream, translator, life.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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