Poems about Immigration

Mama told me to prepare for war But how do you prepare when you can’t see the enemy
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
I started off so timid and shy.
There is a song that I was forced to hear The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate
All throughout the years, both my mother and father have helped me grow. When I had fallen
Change. My life is change. It is, Language,

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