I feel like an immigrant

October 11, 2011
I feel like an immigrant, if you know what I mean.
Having no real place to stay, and having no dreams.
I move around from place to place,
not having a real place to go.
I wedge myself in little space,
not having a real home.
I feel like an immigrant, if you know what I mean.
Always having to run, never truly being free.
Having to be tough, never let out a tear.
Because we are strong and taught,
to never ever have fear.
Every morning we wake up, not knowing if it's our last.
Because with one mistake,
we just get sent back.
With struggle, pain, and sacrifice,
we leave our families behind.
Just so we can work in hell,
our owners never satisfied.
The worst part of feeling like an immigrant is having to resist the violence.
That's put upon us we get blamed.
We scream.
And cry.
In silence.

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FangPoet said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 5:37 pm
It flows so well,an carries such depth. Simply beautiful.
Blue4 said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 5:11 pm

I really like your poem, the rhyme is lovely, it flows beautifully, and unlike many, it actally has a deep and touching meaning. There were a couple things I think you could improve, though. Try dividing it into stanzas, because in some places I felt large transitions that would just feel right in a new stanza. Also, the first several lines repeated "place" several times- synonyms, or something else would work better.

Could you please read some of my work?

DeRouen said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 1:11 pm
I am so proud of you! I love this poem...so powerful.  
MissUnderStood.2011 said...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 12:00 pm
This is so beautiful. keep writing. just never stop writing. and check out some of my pieces
coyote.in.the.distance replied...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 12:43 pm
Thank you it means so much. I will check your pieces
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