Poems about Immigration

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 th

Everything gets warm.The flowers turn into fruit.During the chill time.

With a lot of luck In a world full of hostility, altercations, and transgressions

Under The Bridge In Del Rio, Texas USA

Let Haiti be absolutely free

No racist rat is indeed above the law Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw

Love is enough though the world be a-waning,Love is enough though the people have no voice but the voice of complaining,Though the skies

The history of Black People,And all of our People should be celebratedYear-round: every day, week, month, and decade.

In the USA, Black History month is celebrated

We must love our own First

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