Poems about Immigration
Growing up I was known as the foreign kid.
My clothes were crawling with a different language,
I grow up in a sea of white.
Everything that has been passed down from me has been white
"marry someone who can give you what you want"
They say jokingly, but it stays on my mind.
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do;
"Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you?
Let’s pretend there was a time where life was always easy
where love never became a war,
and hope would never leave me.