Best Immigrant Poems

Equation invasion pilot light;
Substance abuse out of sight;
Bargain donors Delight;

Quantum disturbance;
Humanity really hurting;
Relying on physical denying the spiritual;

Unmanageable 
intangible 
Spiritually ignorant

Disloyal spiritual immigrant;
Work and toil;
Loosen soil;
Help me Lord;
For I am more solid and spiritual;

Table mound of dirt and clay;
With the breath of God in Me;
Unimaginable
...

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The musty, foul smelling
Boat rocks
The room is dim
And silent
Everyone is waiting 
For the shores of Ellis Island
They hope to have a new life
Start over in America
The room awakens
When the captain yells
"Land ahead"
Everyone cheers
I see the gleaming copper Statue of Liberty
I can smell the fresh salty...

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Underage Immigrant Crisis  Part 1

We are having a big problem here in Texas, by the border.
It is turning into a dilemma. A lot of underage children are
coming into the United states, from El Salvador, Honduras
and Guatemala.

These immigrants are only kids. They are running away...

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IMMIGRANT GIRL
Remembering this night of our last touch,
when nothing is between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with...

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We came to this glacial paradise
Frigid and arid, the weather's nice
Much like our Motherland
And so we made it ours box of sand
As it made us its slaves
We tamed each other in shallow graves
Free from starvation, 
No need for a proclamation

Chorus
We don't own the land, We...

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During the '70's, deep in the South,
     I was white but raised black by a black man.
     As a boy, I have watched the Ku Klux Klan
on the news—and was frightened as a youth
who was “black.” In...

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Underage Immigrant Crisis 2

The problem keeps getting bigger everyday. It seems to
me that it is everyone's problem. There are a lot of horror 
stories that are told by the kids that do make it here. 

Some never make it and their parents don't know what
happened...

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Everyone is an immigrant 
We all are human 
I guess we belong 
On this planet 
Called earth 

We all are human 
Born by a woman 
As she pure her
flesh blood on 
Each of our heads 
So we are here 
Not as an alien 
But citizens...

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The dark and moonless night at sea
reflected well his mood,
from where he stood out by the rail
the ship seemed not to move.

He was gazing far away
into years gone by,
where there resided youthful joy
to recapture if he’d try.

He wore a paper around his neck
dangling on a...

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Don't call me immigrant
Call me cherry tree
With pink and white cherry blossoms
Don't call me immigrant
Call me sunny butterfly
With swallowtail
Don't call me immigrant
Call me yellowtail snapper
In the cold waters of Florida
Don't call me immigrant
For Pradesh the taxi driver may not come
Pavlov, so well dress, may not...

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punctured, onward continue to quit decision's to make second guessing a moment ,
wit a wound wide opened by sliding the cold shoulder's lap first but enlightened by composure, intellect wasted misuse's of time the truth withheld to prove ill state vs. denial of a mans...

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I dream a world were Immigration isn't an issue of wreck

No person will generalize the topic ever bad. When people have a strong path to citizenship, 
that is not a long trek.
People will see that they want better lives, so they see a life a...

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 An Immigrant Hymn (my story against Trump)  

Must be difficult, to unlearn,
Everything you once knew,
New ways quickly learn,
A different way accept as true.

Must be difficult, to get used,
To faces white and black,
To internalize new skills and,
Master the foreign with an easy knack.

Must be...

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I come from the land of coffee,
plastic breasts and nonsense,
drugs and narco past, 
very proudly they'll exalt.

Woman so pretty as blow-up doll, 
got so many surgeries, you don't know what you touch.
Reality or banality, 
inflatable, fillers,
makeup, extensions, 
lashes and nails.
Got your complete package for the...

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SON OF SEOUL


		Child presses sweet head to her,
		While mother holds fast to him
		Man busses forehead, soft lips tight
		‘Gainst acorn-colored skin.
		
		From ashes G.I. soldiers rose
		To souls of Seoul set free.
		Much taller than the rest, one stood
		‘Bove war-torched Calvary.
		
		And drifting now to streets of home
		And bird-song tones...

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