Poems about Immigration
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
Madre, why can't you go visit Mexico?
Madre, why did my uncle get taken away for going 5 miles over the limit?
In the midst of a sunny afternoon
Playing with dolls, and my favorite cousin
Windows of a pink room wide open
The pilot says
We're landing in thirty minutes
thirty minutes to prepare
for a new land
a new language
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith
From single mother poverty and no high school education.