Poems about Immigration

Why so scared little girl? Is it the tinfoil wrapped around your bones? My footsteps
I have a fire within me An inferno barely contained within the crevices of my soul
Tell me all about this name that was formed It was given to me the day I was born
The boycott taking place and people protesting for my race, but what are we trying to chase if the president ain't leaving his
At varying moments through
At varying moments through
  Who We Are   Imagine this Your ancestors living life free,
-and yet i am still breating feeling she is gone but i still feel her spirit surrounding me
the skyline shows hopepeople exclaim, but i sayi can’t see the stars
Sitting on her case worker's lap Smiling and clutching her book Oso Pardo, Oso Pardo, Que Ves Ahi?