Poems about Immigration
Little do we know, A Civil Rights Movement Is happening right now.
What is this filter?
He said Chicos, les voy a decir estoy en ingles:
To board a plane To leave To arrive To walk in to a new city’s terminal To feel fresh
Anorexic-looking, White, Mexican, Hispanic, Chicana
The walls are caving in I no longer know where my home is.
I wade into the river of life
Once was America the land of opportunity Many welcomed in by the Statue of Liberty We opened our door
Why are you so sad? My friends always ask me that You should be happy you are here.
Feeling uncertain of where i belong, born in Mexico but I was brought along, to a place called the United States, my parents hoping this