Poems about Immigration

We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
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
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,
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

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