Poems about Immigration

When did America decide outsiders were bad? They themselves were once outsiders. Maybe that is why.
Should I be ashamed to have two countries ingrained deep into my bones?
Today I feel griefUnlike any otherMy country has fallen In hands of angry men My mother weeps 
  I know a place with a remarkable story One of poverty, sorrow, undeniable glory
I’m exhausted by the grief  And drained by this place 
ARI IS MINE  BECAUSE SHES THE SWEETEST GIRL I LOVE YUH YOU HATERS ARE MAD HA HA YOUR MAD YOU THINK YOUR COOL 
This is not a recrudescence of racism In America or in the world, but rather
shaunsterxxx legends never die i make good songs ayy all six nine wanna do is kill me ayy im  shaunsterxxx 

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