Poems about Immigration

The reason I breath is the determination to leave the circumstances I live in now, born in a country where starvation is the on

The American dream, to a boy of thirteen seems to be the only way out of the heartache and cloud,

When my friends ask me what my father does, I am the few that gets to say,

The Dream Act was 1st introduced in 2001 it has yet to be a law undocumented students continue to be deny

papers

I wear a light blue dress with white Mary Janes and my hair is straightened

I.C.E

Bitter cold flakes. Laughs muffled by heavy coats The crunch of snow as we head to the car Holding hands

Here I am, Finally!, A second before I take that step, I reflect, My eyes perceive multiple worlds,

They say we will never win, They say we are filled with sin, They say we’re not good enough,

I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter

Did you know? Did you know that right now, in this very second, there are people crossing?

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