alien

its about illegal immagrants from a girls point of view

Mama and me,

Me and mama

We are running together

Towards the freedom of America

We have no passports

We have no authorization

So we must sneak

Sneak past the uniformed men

That act like the river damns

They block the rushing, wanting, wishing waters

From getinng through.

 

We are almost there

And I am thinking to myself,

In my native country

Where the sun beats down hot and merciless

We are not wanted

Here in America we will be called "aliens"

But why am I the alien?

What have I done to those in this country?

This country that I have never stepped foor in yet

Why in my native land do we all live in brick huts

While the Americans live in grand houses of stone?

 

We have now sneaked across the border

I am no longer unwanted

I am now an alien

I turn back for a last glimpse of the wretched native dirt

Then, I turn my back

Hoping to never see it again.

Reviews

[nocturnalbeast]

WOW.!
i really liked this!.

[KGV]

Very nice.

[universalove]

i could to a point what you have deal with. but that why they call america a melting pot cause everybody is here for all walks of life. america plays words game . so it`s how you play so play well. only the best shall win. i really enjoyed the poem.