Immigration; Illegal Immigrants; Childhood; Race
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I am my immigrants Parent’s daughter I am their hopes and dreams they once wished to achieve, molded as if I were clay to achieve what they couldn’tI am the days of working themselves to the bone until their bodies achedI am the tears and sweat th
Should I be ashamed to have two countries ingrained deep into my bones?
With dark brown hair and tanned skin proclaiming my heritage
The way my eyes are shaped and my eyebrows lay on thick
