Poems about Immigration

Dreamers
I, too, sing America since I was brought here at the age of six. My only home is the land of the free.
Fire
My fight does not stem from the desire to overpower My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland
Time machine
Power was not what I gained Rather what I used Knowledge was what I used And also gained
Guyanese-American
I express my identity through poetry. Who I am and who I hope to one day be
On: What the Tears of Forgotten Immigrant Children Have Taught Me
Elegant words Magnificent stories Gracing the pages of yellowing paper
On: What the Tears of Forgotten Immigrant Children Have Taught Me
Elegant words Magnificent stories Gracing the pages of yellowing paper
On: What the Tears of Forgotten Immigrant Children have Taught Me
Elegant words Magnificent stories Gracing the pages of yellowing paper
Gritos
I run in the face of disaster After the fire was set    
Blanket Azul
Wrapped in the blanket azul of her birth, the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate
Blanket Azul
Wrapped in the blanket azul of her birth, the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate

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