Poems about Immigration

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I AM

I am music and one of a kind I wonder if I am not myself who would I be?

KCML

Split by countless miles Through messages in files They share such feelings

The rain slowly falls, I quickly run for shelter. I see you sitting there, alone. You look my way and your eyes beg me for a minute.

My Yah Yah came from China He sailed across the sea He wanted to come to America to live in the land of the free

By day and night we struggle to fight, we strive for something more, than taking the flight,

Latinos Africans Europeans Asians They came tattered Worn and dusty

Arizona

There is a deadly order where people do not have the right to speak

I write for those voices which are constantly unheard,

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