Poems about Immigration

It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations... From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!
It started with a box. Left in that parking lot.
The shirtless man by the ticket counter  has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides    The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides
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I think he knows I’m alive, having come down The three steps of the back porch
Mitt hus   Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås, Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
  Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen, 
  Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants, Scared for what might happen, 
in the midst of it of disease and sickness i struggle
We are being hunted Torn apart from our families We are disgusted  Is that really how its supposed to be 

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