Poems about Immigration
On a mid day in April, you have made a decision,
A decision to leave your country for my education.
In the shadows I stand,
Waiting for the day when I am no longer called illegal
Am I from outer space?
Our intentions are to find a better Life.
We come to this country to work that's all.
Every morning Dad comes home
Exhausted and shattered by his work
The money wouldn’t be asked more.
Because it has a 26-letter alphabet
making up words that made no sense to me
Because it has so many pronunciations
many people dream, but no one have seem the thing's that my mind have, i don't talk and don't show my self, i became a us citizenship be
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Our intentions are to find a better Life.
We come to this country to work that's all.