Poems about Immigration
I try to speak my mind
or like, let my mind speak.
Does my mind need speaking for?
You come up and say hi politely
But in your mind, you're probably thinking
"Why is this illegal in our country?"
I know I am not alone,
In this struggle to be who we want to be.
As a dreamer,
Her aching bones are broken more than ever before.
I see her struggle every day just to make things better than okay.
I kept asking myself every night, why her.
Why MY mom. She's struggled to set food on the table
For all four of us.
The way he smiled,
It got to me.
Leftover mangu,
Extra salami,
Say cheese.