Poems about Immigration

The albums full of faded faces get fingerprints placed on their edges as we flip to see handwritten dates perhaps a location a name but o

The shirtless man by the ticket counter has already broken the gloom here, his crowd

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides

I think he knows I’m alive, having come down The three steps of the back porch

Mitt hus

Mitt hus Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,

"Here"

Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen,

"Here"

Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen,

in the midst of it of disease and sickness i struggle

We are being hunted Torn apart from our families We are disgusted Is that really how its supposed to be

I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway

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