Poems about Immigration
She walks alone on A crowded street, with nothing And everything on her mind.
Dark, dusty, desolate night,
Within the first month When I went to school in America
My grandfather, Roberto Hercules Gándola, has instilled within me the fortitude to take on unfamiliar challenges.
i have always believed that this is my home until you told me so to dream or not to dream
While I am able to work and stay here for now, There's still some disadvantages that make me mad.
I am a Mexican girl living in the U.S. I wonder what it would be like if my mom hadn't brought me to the land of the free.