Poems from yomiyomi64
They call us
thieves -
filthy, hungry,
bean-eating
wetback thieves.
They look at our
brown skin
and sneer.
But
they do not know
who we...
There's two people staring back at me,
a reflection;
a nightmare.
The difference between the one in the mirror,
the one I want to be,
is...
"The world is a beautiful place," my father says, "We should learn to love it."
I almost want to laugh
but I don't;
I hold back.
I try,...