Poems about Immigration

The night-time has always elicited my mind's teeming thoughts.
Esa mujer que me dio la vida preciosa Esa mujer que me dio mi piel color de dulce mazapán
Esa mujer que me dio la vida preciosa Esa mujer que me dio mi piel color de dulce mazapán
Life is difficult itself. expecting for a better future Maybe for our kids... our siblings... our parents. 
If you live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feetthere's no helping you!Not even chicken feet?
When my ice cream has fallen and my eyes seems to droop. I look to the stars,
Immigrants THIS And Immigrants THAT ... !!! All This Government Talk's Helping Hatred SOAR ... !!!!!
The sign out side reads Occupancy: Zero It kind of remindes me of my home Love: Zero Acceptance: Zero
  Moving from Japan to Hawai’i by boat  A long journey, a new beginning

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