Poems about Immigration

                                                               Wake-Up Caro (Ka-Row)
                                                               Wake-Up Caro (Ka-Row)
Born in classic white suburbia,   The most American Dream of cities.   Gifted with white picket fences,
I don’t remember exactly when I stopped being a kid  
Mama told me to prepare for war But how do you prepare when you can’t see the enemy
Ten years have passed  I am glad To live in the U.S with my dad And make a better life than what I had  
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
We entered through the back door. I see a room. A big metal cooler, She went in and out a lot.  
  Stereotype that hurts me   This is the evil partfrom me and my heart
There’s this static noise In every phone call Getting harder to ignore

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