by Zoe Calderon
My life flashes before my eyes
as I see my life without immigration.
Who would I be? Certainly not me.
Every moment in my life would be gone.
It feels like I'm not here.
When I spark back to reality, my life scares me.
Like silent thoughts.
I try too think about the past but it hurts to much.
I think about how lucky people are who immigrated here safely,
how happy their families might be.
It helps me calm down. Thanks to immigration
their family could be playing oh so very happily.
I calm down.
Lay down. Go to bed
I also, wish people and families who immigrated here
good luck and fortune.
Then my eyelids get heavy and I fall asleep.
Dreaming of how great it is
that we are a nation of immigrants,
And thanking immigrants
for all the things they have brought into my life in America the FREE.
© American Immigration Council 2013
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