Poems about Immigration
When I was younger, I read a series called the American Girl Diaries
They were books about girls with red hair and freckles
They say,
I ought not be involved,
With the people here,
The culture of my peers.
Their ways are defiled,
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