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.

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

There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore

Third

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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