The Immigrant
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Will ultimately acquire a resentful attitude.
Adrift, things will be sought all through the house.
The travel guide and short visas to Crouse
My passport, birth certificate, and mood
The only thing that drew you away was sadness.
This was the reason for your original departure.
My worst kept secret: my puffy eyes; no future.
Immigrants may stay in the black or lose gladness.
Each of us has dreams that we held from life.
It is hoped that the situation will improve soon.
Papers at the gates incite you to curse the moon.
Our previous dress code was snatched by strife.
We were promptly given jobs as dishwashers.
Or, you may work in a field for a few pence an hour.
The office was happy to provide a temporary bower.
Poor whites and blacks band together like monsters.
We wanted to get rid of meaningless platitude.
from local dictators who endanger our safety.
Our blue-suited attacks still decked in blood paisley.
As they see fit, they chose us to be screwed.
Swing their clubs and fire their weapons as wished.
The same for me. We are self-centered and ruthless.
Doctors don't care since we're sullied and worthless.
Our situation has not improved. Instead, swished.
Written: October 20, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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