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
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I think he knows I’m alive, having come down The three steps of the back porch
Mitt hus   Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
  Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen, 
  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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