Poems about Immigration
I was blind but now I see
Once a captured slave in America
Never really free
Something here has taught people to hate a wall,
That wants to stand tall over the hot dessert sands that blow under it.
A curious silence
A desparate glare
She stands in the creek
The wind in her hair
Adios Ayacucho
Land that has taken my name and body and left me unrecognized and unrecognizable
Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames
On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.