Poems about Immigration
No matter what your name is, where you were born, what language you speak, where you live, the amount of money you have, how tall you are
This land has been alterd
every corner i turn
i see my people suffer
the fire in our soul heavily burns.
When I left my birth country Cuba,
I swore to myself never to look back.
It’s kinda funny sometimes
When I’m chatting online with my friends
Ranting about the immigrant child life
People staring mad irritated of they're lifes going fast,
i put up my music untill the full blast,
Gnash my teeth again. Returns the memory of leaving behind my cradle of flowers, where I was born.
The Dream Act was 1st introduced in 2001
it has yet to be a law
undocumented students continue to be deny
(poems go here)Ser Inmigrante Mexicano no es cosa del otro mundo
Significa trabajar tres veces más fuerte,