Poems about Immigration

The "Asian F"
My Developing Country
In this land Arrival is not the problem: It's the survival. In their hotels Servers outnumber the served
Chicana like them
Growing up I was taught I a
Wounds
  In a day, a week, a month, a year wounds doze, they sleep they disappear, but this wound is
Jakarta and the Man in Motion
Walking at dawn through the city without a recent map seems strange.
Prestera
Prestera. men varför? - Makulera. men vad då? för att etablera mig, nya versionen som ändå klänger och sträcker sitt håll på minnes handt
Purpose of life
Purpose of life By: Alondra Martinez-V   The Instructor said,
Orange Clad is the American Colossus
The Tower lies in rapturous silence, The Margalite Palace ready themselves for wrath and ruin,
“Misinformation" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 13/8/2020
It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations... From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!
Something to Gain
It started with a box. Left in that parking lot.

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