Poems about Immigration
It was around the holidays
and I was flipping through the channels,
until I spotted a familiar face.
Human
Young.
Old.
Of how much life bestows.
Learn from the best.
Or the worst.
Human
Young.
Old.
Of how much life bestows.
Learn from the best.
Or the worst.
When you are clueless what to do and what not to do
When the wall ahead seems too high to cross
Steam pours from thin shoulders
Dimly lit, white tile reflecting moonlight
Beams hit my skin
Taco Bell, tacos are swell, but nothing but white culture
American racism closing all chains
My body is tense, my muscles feel like cold steel, I feel a knot in my throat, I can feel my heart rate rapidly increasing as I