A little girl brought here for a better life

to provide for her clothes, her food,

her father must work all day and night.

That’s not a real job, they say,

You’re not wearing a suit and tie,

You’re just working in the dirt all day.

Yet, they never talk about the houses,

The magnificent houses they come home to.

They never mention the hands that built them

The hands that carved the wood around their door.

They never mention the love that grows in a home,

all to be ripped apart out of spite.

They never think about that little girl

How suddenly, she’s wondering,

Mom, why is daddy not home anymore to tuck me in at night?

They require a piece of paper,

Just to prove you belong.

And 2 decades of hard work don’t matter

because suddenly,

they want you gone.