Poems about Immigration
Coming to America
To the land of opportunity
With no visa, no green card guarantee
No papers I say
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars
Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations
Struggling from a poor village,
many dreams of freedom and peace.
Im off to make an effort to this privallege
By: Saranda R
Our flag waves in the ocean of pride that envelopes this country
The warmth of the sun is reflected in my skin
We have sepia tones and copal brown skins
Enriched melanin
I'm giving my all for a sligh chance
that I might make it
My dreams will not be frosaken.
I am from outside,
From playgrounds, trees and bikes
From kids playing in laughter
And smiles on faces so bright
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.