Poems about Immigration
We entered through the back door.
I see a room.
A big metal cooler,
She went in and out a lot.
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
Prepubescent face,
With eyes judging the world.
It becomes clear to him a life in which hate
My immigration apprenticeship man up
Painting apprentice oh wow