Poems about Immigration

You've Been Here And Making History Since Time Began. Ask The Egyptians And The Romans. Forever You'll Be Here,There,Everywhere.

NEW DANCE

Dance, I don't like this chance, They play with no balance.

In this land Arrival is not the problem: It's the survival. In their hotels Servers outnumber the served

Growing up I was taught I a

Wounds

In a day, a week, a month, a year wounds doze, they sleep they disappear, but this wound is

Walking at dawn through the city without a recent map seems strange.

Prestera

Prestera. men varför? - Makulera. men vad då? för att etablera mig, nya versionen som ändå klänger och sträcker sitt håll på minnes handt

This is a new Jim Crow era, a new ugly system of Apartheid Is going on in America, a crime that we're unwilling to hide.

Purpose of life By: Alondra Martinez-V The Instructor said,

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