America, the land glistening in blue and white stripes
Foreign, and unaccustomed
With crimson red escaping the corners
“America is the land of opportunity’”
my Mami proclaimed
“You must prove yourself worthy”
America was my brother’s lustrous eyes when sparkling flakes cascade out of the bluest sky
The United States of America, the 'ideal place' to start anew
The place where my identity was stripped away like the dress of a Barbie doll
Hatred and prejudice has left my hands trembling in fear
This promised ‘freedom’ holds me captive and powerless in my own body
I suffer in silence, I hold no sense of identity
America praised and idolized by foreigners
And yet, under all this misery
After tearing down my integrity become an ‘American’
I ought to prove myself worthy
Thank you to Maria who submitted this poem about immigration in the US using her past experiences.