Poems about Immigration

My village had no electricity and one pig.   This is the story my father tells when he thinks
  Taken. Taken against my own will Country of freedom? Ha! yea right
 Bernadette Irankunda.  i was only a 9 year old girl . coming to a country i didn't know  , didn't speak the language. Here I'm.
You tell me to dream  Yet you take away everything  You tell me to dream And still I'm not good enough  
Angie Brooks who was ironically born in the month of May gave birth to four is as gentle as the stroke of a newborn
I'm from the capital of oil producing place I'm from where people live in actual homes and not caves
I walk and fall but I continue to work hard all day in the field Picking and chopping to try to survive
Dreamer I am Fighting everyday
  It was 1865, And the end of slavery was announced, Yet we were never free,
Run the whole world why won't you.You think you so slick. Thinking that your able