Poems about Immigration

At varying moments through
  Who We Are   Imagine this Your ancestors living life free,
At varying moments through
-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?
I’m so baffled. Lost. Is my life a lie? An illusion? Filled with such confusion.
The American Dream A run in fear
.... "Yo, for my anger settle, .... Man give me a treble ! .... Wait, i've got to mingle
She stands on a ship Lost  A nobody  Thousands of miles from home